Monday, September 27, 2010
The Red Sanctuary
As I walked into the ancient red sanctuary, a hushed feeling surrounded me, and I instantly fell silent. The barn smelled of old age along with the smell of freshly cut hay that was golden brown, piled in heaps in the stalls. Brightly colored sparros sat perched upon the dusty rafters, singing their morning song. I walked over to the speckled horse in the stall and started petting its soft, velvety fur. Te old dusty rafters led to a highly peaked ceiling that seemed to engulf everything beneath in its watchful, safe eyes. As time drew upon me, I realized it was time to go to school. Hurrying to the door, I stopped and took one last look, and found myself equipped with a feeling of peace.