A Cathedral of Rubble

This pathway up to the church was littered with broken masonry and dead leaves. In fact, the whole entirety of the cathedral has been reduced to little more than an unrecognizable pile of rubble. In the gray autumn we children would spend hours exploring the twisted metal girders and stunted pathways that led to nowhere. There was always some attempt made at pretending the whole endeavor was an elaborate spy mission. The secrets of the destruction and numerous hidden treasure caches were ours alone. We would go to our grave protecting the priceless information that we had deciphered. Elaborate rituals were devised to ensure loyalty was entact. When the rains came and made our playground a muddied dismal swamp, we would shift our archaeological energies to unearthing broken pottery and shattered porcelain.