Was it really that easy? You were expecting something... more. A trick of some sort - a booby trap - a door stop wedged under the sill, at least.
But here you are. You step over the threshold, into bright sunlight and warm air. You feel the packed earth of the road beneath your shoes, so different from the asphalt and concrete you've grown accustomed to. Around you is an open, wild field, grasses and flowers swaying gently in the breeze.
The door hangs open behind you, strange to see in the middle of a dirt path.