Temple

I love the temple. I love the essence of time, how there is none. I love the cute old men, the one with the gopher-tooth smile who would laugh to himself about the coincidences of life. I love the people you meet, you're all there together waiting so you might as well make some conversation. You don't realize until after that it took two hours to do five confirmations and two baptisms but I love it all the same.
But coming out of the temple, makes you see more clearly the world.
It's fast, you're thrust into schedules the minute you step out. It's chaotic. It's frustrating.