That's ironic, in a way. The girl's dorm once contained Sunday school clasrooms. A preacher once stood where Dr. Laurenson now stands. They face Dauphin Street. Another irony is the iron fence, vertical bar and bar and bar, separating me from the outside.
Cars pass, day and night.
The steeple of our neighbor, the Presbyterian Church, glows green in the darkness. The passerbys entertain. Joggers, dog walkers, leftovers still mysteriously lacking cars. A lot has happened on them. If stairs could talk, you might say.