He stood full front in the open doorway, his hands holding on to each wall as though his fingers could feel the warm wood. He turned his eyes to the sun, now well over the horizon. Brilliant golden light played on every surface, stirred the grass to silver. But the light eluded his doorway as easily as it caressed the crevices of the cathedral towers.

The thought that the sun knew what he did not crossed his mind like the clouds leisurely drifting past the horizon.

No matter. He nodded at the sun, who did nothing in return.