Sunday, January 22, 2006

Sunday School

Greeted by the glow of vending machines, I pull on the creaky door and mount the mood-lit stairway. The largest building I've ever been alone in. Surrounded by the lingering energy of work-worn weekdays, swallowed in the dark hallway. Office door shuts: click-thunk. Warm light, 7' x 9'. Quiet. I love having a key to this Sunday-abandoned, day off-darkened school building.


Blogger Jessie said...

i like the way you describe good ol' HS. and you're lucky i didn't show up. the sun coming in from my windows at home kept me away. but your writing--ah, i love it.

1/22/2006 9:21 PM  
Blogger Amber said...

Thanks. :) I actually started writing this post in my head on the way to the office, and then was disappointed to find out that the light was on in the hallway. Oh well. Artistic liberties.

1/22/2006 9:25 PM  

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