Into or away from the light?

This hilltop church with its huge windows, giant entrance door and row upon row of empty but highly bum-burnished wooden pews seemed to be pushing me out, not keeping me in.

The light outside was like a tractor beam, the gaping door a gob ready to spit me onto the heat- soaked courtyard, the glassy window eyes glaring at me, sparing no quarter.

So I left.