"...there were rows upon rows of pews, old oak polished to a shine--and far, far above that, the flight of gray stone carved into arches. Pillars formed shadowed corridors; windows soared on the wall beyond. The flagstones gleamed. There was sunlight all around and dust in the air and a stillness that had weight."

I reblogged this because everyone else was…
So that caption kind of made my day.
My kind of sound.