FlyGalDoreen

The day is still sharp in my fading memories.  I had been utterly alone the day we met.  I had been driven by wind and rain, but I feel there was more guiding purpose in my steps than I had first realized. The whoosh of the wind was silenced the moment I stepped over the threshold and I was aware of the warmth from within.  The quiet was only for a moment, because soon I sensed other sounds.  The rafters creaked ever so slightly from the strain of the outside wind.  I wondered at first if it was empty, but then I could hear soft breathes from the warm bodies within.  In my mind's eye I imagined them sitting in their pews awaiting the man tha