Apr 04 2009
Cathedral IV
David felt the water hitting his face, but then it spread over his body – it had begun to rain. The streets were quickly emptied into shops, porticos and even busses. It rained hard. Large globules fell from the sky, inundating wherever they fell. David got up looking at the disgust on peoples faces in the full porticos. He turned, rounded the fountain, stumbled twice, but made his way up the stairs to the cathedral. Small columns held up a layered, arched awning over the strong, yet ancient oak doors. The awning was made of cylinder arches, held up by intricate capitals decorated with acanthus leaves. Under the awning he waited.
