There is a place that I find strange.
It is a place like the edge of the frontier. It is a place that is safe but is only a few steps from the dangers of nature.
It is limbo. It is a place between dimensions where a person is neither inside or outside.
It is a portal. It is a place where a person can climb into the machine and speed to parts unknown.
It is a treasure box. It is a place where we keep some of our most valuable possession. It is a place where those possession can be easily found.
It is memory. It is a place where memories are kept along with things that will never be remembered.
It is a place with a thin shield between the fullness of the light and the emptiness of the dark. It is a place with a thin shield that keeps the cold away and the warmth within. It is a place to be near the elements but out of the elements. It is a place that keeps creatures at bay.
It is a place that is clean yet is unclean. It is a place of comfort yet is uncomfortable. 
It is the garage.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
That’s a hell of a lead-in to the garage!
That’s what I think every time I pull into it.
The kid moved out. I now have a spot in the garage. Now my car remains dirty when it rains. But is safe when it hails. There’s definitely some good and bad in a lot of things. LoL!
It’s a positive/negative zone.