While on my New Mexico adventure I went to San Miguel Church with Dawg. While there I was sitting quietly but there were women chattering around me, complaining that they had been incorrectly told by someone not employed by the church that they could not take photos of the inside. I did my introverted-bordering-on-autistic “thing” of quickly standing up and running off without any warning and moved several rows back. I happened to land directly in front of Dawg, but I faced forward. Dawg and I sat in silence, our silence completely separate even though I was near him. I felt at peace. I had no plans of ever getting up from that spot. But the church was about to close and so we had to go.
I’ve thought about that quiet time a lot since. I’m not sure what I think about it specifically. I don’t want to go to church for The Church Part, but in a city that never sleeps it’s really nice to have a place of solitude without being alone.