Choir Window Epiphany

I was in the alley between Columbia Photo and the church on Ninth street when I heard music.  Not from a stereo or a club, but coming from beneath the ground.  Somewhere beneath my feet a church choir was holding a Wednesday night practice.  I have walked by this window dozens of times, noting the painted music on the panes, but never making the connection.  It was something of a Dickensian moment, to hear choral singing on a January night, too see shadowy figures moving about behind the warmly lit, leaded window panes of a church basement.  All the while sliding slowly down the icy alleyway towards Eighth street.