Since there's still snow on the ground, I'm concentrating on finishing the Suit of Snow. Also, since it's Sunday, here's a church.
From my dwelling I can see a very large and beautiful church. It's nothing like the simple, white clapboard beauty I've portrayed -- it's a stone marvel with two beautiful steeples, one of which serves as a clock tower. Every Sunday, I watch the churchgoers enter and depart with the seemingly tidal ebb and flow of services. And every Sunday I watch, how on leaving the church after their spiritual encounter with the Almighty, they rush to exit the parking lot as quickly as they can...and treat each other horribly in the process.
To say this confuses me is something of an understatement.