It was a perfect blue. Not a cloud in sight. The sun was just rising over the horizon, casting the snow in a brilliant glow. It was beautiful. And we enjoyed it in silence. I don't know about my faith anymore. I can't speak for everyone.
But I know that if somewhere good exists After, then Ligur is there. Ligur is there. And it's a snowy December morning with a perfect blue sky and a rising sun. It's peace.