Blinded. I put my hand up, shielding my eyes. The sky was so blue it hurt to look at; never mind the sun, or its light, making my hand glow red around the silhouettes of bones dark and fuzzy like dirty secrets. I wasn't catholic, but my mom and dad used to be. Maybe they still were, but we never went to church so I didn't know what that meant for them, only that I always thought the churches, especially the catholic ones, were beautiful on the outside, but their open doors were dark and foreboding and I was afraid to find out what lay within. "Why don't you go inside?" "Take my hand." Almost. “Uhh.”