Crumbs of Celestial Bread

Description

“Night is coming. We must think of our way back. The doors, decorated by rusty ironwork, slowly close shut behind us. Shadows of branches cover the ruins of the church. Somewhere in the valley, the first light appears, weak and flickering like the reflection of a burning candle. The following day, when the shine illuminates the moss on the staircase and the dust in the centre of the nave of the church, our footsteps, too, will appear.”