Dear Jesus,
I could still hear John's baritone voice praying fervently beside me. I knew I was also praying but those sounds were like echoes coming from a far distance.
Faintly, I could still feel the soft evening breeze caressing my skin and the lush grass upon which I knelt.
The darkness of my closed eyelids parted like a Broadway theatre curtain at the first entrance of the actors of a drama.
The actors of this vision appeared. They were normal humans like us who were walking but I couldn't pinpoint the location of this scene. I just saw lots of people, some in groups, some alone.
It would have been normal if not for the fact that I saw on a majority of those people a queer thing.
Those vile snakes I saw in that tree behind Sarafoods, plenty replicas of them were on these people.
