A cold sunny January morning, a kiss of freshly fallen snow, half melted and blown away by northern winds. Deep blue skies, naked trees reaching high, line the roadside, an asphalt sunflower, with no seeds to give, marks the entry to the Westhampton Congregational United Church of Christ, the church basking in the brightest sunlight, black entry doors absorb all light and return none, enter to see the light.
