My brother said he was always a little creeped out by this church, but he would never say why. Abandoned at least 20 years, a tree is growing in the door way. My brother isn’t creeped out by anything. I think I will never really know him.
Looking up, realizing at 40 years old that you may have time to do one or two great things in your life, but you no longer have the luxury of the illusion of doing ALL the great things. Not anymore. There just isn’t time.