Fleeting
| the old gothic church stood awkwardly straight and seemed to sigh it was very old but I was seeing it for the first time through concrete pores the church emanated a feeling an emotion I've felt once before, I think it was something old something very old but always felt so new something that had to do with religion and sacred but it was not about worship or idolatry it had nothing to do with obedience or slavery I could smell it it was thick and humid a bit like the faint smell of the beach, at night, or maybe right before it rains like breathing in the steam after taking a hot shower it surrounded me and drowned me then tiptoed through the night air teasing me by making itself known in scurrying moments I tried to catch it inside my hands and bring it back to my room but when I opened my hands again there was only silence and my memory of it. |