Putting down the razor, Connie reached for the clasp of the window above the tub. She opened the window a few inches to clear the steam and allow her ...o focus on the task at hand.As she reached to again pick up the blade, she saw a flash of white through the window. Squinting through her blurred vision, Connie saw a large white bird sitting on the windowsill. 'Strange,' she thought. 'I swear that looks like a raven.' She shook the thought from her head. 'Impossible. I've never heard of a white. It was terribly hot outside, and my head was empty, another monotonous day. When I reached the alley, I decided to sit on a bench that was covered with a large shadow and cool off a little. The prospect of sitting in the shade and watching people pass by cheered me up a little, and I sat down well on a bench and began to look around. A passerby with a dog was passing to my left, and two cyclists were sitting on the lawn to my right. It wasn't crowded in this heat. I didn't meet anyone else.. Turn to something else. If, however, you are one of a growing number of men, and women, young, or old, that is fascinated by this particular subject matter, then feel free to read on! Also, I use a religious point of view only as a plot device, so if you are sensitive to that, pro, or con, also be for warned. I use the religious theme in this story because of the long, and fluid nature of the history of religion in general. In other words, one person's definition of a 'cult' can be another. The rest of the crew started filtering back in. They were wearing black jeans and a green and cream camo army shirt with a caramel coloured T-shirt underneath.“We decided on this shirt since we are military people,” explained DT. Sean nodded his approval. They could have dialled up the pants to go with it. However, they had elected for the thicker jeans as they decided they gave good protection and it could get cold suddenly when it clouded over. Plus, they were more comfortable.They all had.