The double wooden doors were heavier than I imagined. They were as thick as they were tall – a fortified barrier guarding this sacred space.
Inside the candles burned wildly; like stars lining the path to the altar. Flames dancing and twisting as the wind stirred them.
The carpet stretched long down the room, soft and forgiving against bare feet.
The garlands wrapped along the pews holding floral proof of the beauty of life.
The body more at peace here than it was before. Sanctified.