Small temple.
Big impression.
Stairs to where?
It appears it was renvovated in the last year. Fresh mortar and cement. Proper drainage added recently, chalky white water stain scars a foot from the ground are still visible. Rain must have been a nightmare before the well planned gutter was put in.
Musk oil, cloves, incense and old moisture were thick in the air of this small cave.
The icon portraits glimmered in the faint light. Pencil sized candles burned in a small pit of pebbles.
Quiet and solemn but not welcoming to me. Not when the sun was shining outside this tomblike room.
