Whispers carry across the lawn. Dewy footprints record the tracks of a group of teenagers walking quickly across the freshly-mown grass. Guitars strapped across shoulders and song sheets in hands give evidence of praise to come. Teachers, administrators, coaches, lay…
It is midnight. Not the kind of midnight measured by clocks. The kind that settles into your bones. The kind that lingers long after the sun has risen. We all know this midnight. It is the midnight of the marriage...
