Standing on the beach at twilight, watching the surf rolling onto the sand, wave after wave, one right after the next. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, but not everyone goes with the ebb and the flow.
I walked back alone along the two and half blocks we had walked together to the sea. My car service was needed. She couldn’t walk that far again — the wind was too strong, the chill in the air too biting. A million excuses except the one that is truth.
Along the way, I saw this church, a place of solace for many. For me — a place that sharpened my skills of detecting falsehoods, hypocrisy, the show over substance. A place where, to me, inner truth is not respected.
But, man, they sure do know how to make the outside look good.
This is my church, best enjoyed alone.