I paused in the room for a moment, taking in the scene. It was quiet, almost unearthly. The windows were open on the west wall, and the sun was streaming in, casting a warm glow in the sanctuary. The tall stone pillars that lined the wall giving the church an old feeling.
I was tired… more tired than I had been in a long time. I didn’t really know why I had come, I had proved my inadequacy well enough in the past years… yet I kept coming back…
Walking to the front of the sanctuary, I sat down on the well worn pew. My thoughts swirled, wondering when… and how… To much had happened. Unable to keep the emotions in check, tears began to roll down my cheeks, and I began to remember….
(thus the story begins… this story is alive, anyone can contribute. post your additions in the comments, and lets see where the adventure takes us.)