the skies began to clear

There was a church sanctuary within walking distance.  It was open during the day, and had high ceilings, the pews, the indirect lighting, the hushed carpet, and even the right smell.  It had a grand piano, and almost nobody in the building.  I'll always treasure the afternoons spent there last fall. I would try the front door, then the back. If I was able to get in, I would flick on a couple lights, make no haste up the aisle.  Gently pull back the worn cloth covering the piano; raise the lid slightly.  

I dreamed afresh in that oasis.