It was a very beautiful thing to see the sky open up as I approached Brandon on my third day on the road. I had been telling my Mom and Dad all summer how I loved Bridge Street. “The only thing,” I told them, “is that I can’t breath the air here. The humidity is distressing. I can’t breath!” As I approached Brandon, I knew that it was not just the air. It was the sky. I love the sky when it opens up.
The Chapel
…a place where MAGIC happens!
