On a warm summer’s day, Sarah’s skin was sweaty and sticky. She skipped through the porch into Holy Trinity. The sunlight streamed in through the windows creating rays of soft halos. Down the aisle past the timbered seats, she sailed. The brick church is quite elegant with timbered ceiling and etched glass windows, she thought. I’m so glad it’s this one. That iron church with a brick façade was so stark. When we lived two blocks away. That freak storm about six years ago shivered me to the bone. No wonder the damage meant it had to be rebuilt. In the sanctuary, she stood by Walter’s side. Everything seemed to be rushed, she thought. No time to have a traditional wedding dress. Sunday best will have to do. Her heart beat loudly like a whirlwind. She melted when she looked into his big blue eyes. He smiled and held her hand in his. ‘I love you’, she whispered to Walter. He nodded and squeezed her hand tightly. Her parents, Alicia and Richard, looked on sternl...