《 Reverend Swanson 》

Rays from the setting sun beams in through the colored stained glass, coloring the isles in beautiful hues. It's quiet after hours and I thought I was alone, until I heard footsteps approaching. I'm sitting in the front pew. Previously I was in thought; gazing upon the patterned glass.

"Something the matter?"

I ask quietly. My tone gentle as I keep my eyes ahead of me.

"Not many people come in this late."

I mention with a small smile.