In The Company of Solitary Angels
He finds Ernst in the confessional, knees pressed together, shaking. His eyes are closed violently, as if he wishes he will never see again, and his hands are clasped in either cold or prayer. The room is much below freezing, and Ernst sits without comfort or protection from the weather that has tracked its way inside these hollow, grand, empty rooms. There’s a gentle heat around him; he’s crying, and his heartbreak warms the almost-frost around him – his mellow spirit burns in sadness amidst the harsh winters that keep coming.