Short Story

The snow caught him by surprise; no gloves, no scarf, no boots. He had stuffed a stocking cap in his jacket. Turning up his collar he trudged home. One mile into the walk, the snow was three inches high and falling like a son-of-a-bitch. He took off his hat and shook it. No use looking like a cupcake.

The striking east window is the first window noticed as a visitor enters the nave from the rear of the church. On sunny mornings it glows with rich colors.