North Canton Schoolhouse

I stepped on the brake because of the church, white with double doors set wide apart like a cow's eyes.

I turned into the parking lot because of the little school, half-hiding in the church's shadow. It was a Sunday morning, and the lot was full, the church packed with people. I wondered if they might all stream out just in time to catch me crashing though the small snow bank I had to climb to get to the front of the schoolhouse.

But they didn't come out, and I didn't fall. I just took my pictures, walked back to my car, and drove away, a godless heathen having a bit too much fun on a Connecticut Sunday morning.