So, I dont really have anything interesting that I wanted to say today. But instead, I thought I might put up one of the things I've written. Here:

"A New Day is Dawing"

The sun broke the dark foreboding clouds in shinning shafts of light. As the light fell it passed into a magnificent stained glass window; sending a colored glow into the room beyond.

The illumination brings the previously darkened room into focus. Wooden pews line the main aisle, though some are broken and rotted. The entire Church gives off a sense of great age and quiet reverence. A man sits cross-legged upon a cracked granite altar. As he breathes, dust motes swirl around him. A single candle's light becomes less and less significant as daylight covers the room. The massive pillars holding the balcony are lit with a bright ray of morning sun. With a sigh the man unfolds himself and blows out his small candle. He pours the hot liquid wax into a cylindrical glass full of solid wax with a wick protruding out. Once his morning routine was over with he stood and stretched.

Watching the sun lengthen and finally reach the large wooden doors at the far end of the aisle, the man began to walk towards a spiral staircase. These steps hardly looked as if they could support any weight at all; however, the man began to climb them with no uneasiness. Reaching his destination in a low ceilinged attic, the man grabbed hold of a thick rope that had begun to fray rather badly. Holding the rope tightly, the man gave it a hard tug. A bell tolled resoundingly, breaking the silence of the dawn. A scuffling of rodents and other unwelcome occupants of the Church were the only other sounds to be heard as they fled into the walls to wait out another day. Smiling, the man pulled the bell a second time. The powerful rope, which he had used for many years to ring the bells, finally snapped sending a muted ring out across the town.

Sighing, the man continued up the spiral staircase with slightly more caution. At the end of the stairs he stopped and stood next to the massive bronze bell. The bell was cracked and had seen more work than anything else in the Church, except perhaps the man himself. Placing one hand on the scarred surface of the bell, the man looked out on the town, now full lit with the sun.

"A new day is dawning."