Sunday Men

The day spread out in all directions. It had no end. The waking dawn had given way to a ceaselessness of bright pricing sun. White, miles of white, a son's lifetime of it and a fathers'. Where every they went a kind of blindness seemed to follow. Both of them knew this, even spoke of it from time to time. Still it made no difference. And day after day they emerged from their dark houses onto the pearl blinking fields of praise.