What I Found in the Dark

Let me set the scene: Six o’clock on a cold December Tuesday morning. Pitch black outside. The sun won’t be up for another hour. I take the dog out for a walk in the park across the street. Except for a few overhead lights here and there, the park is very dark and empty. Not even a homeless person or two sleeping on benches because of the cold. A few minutes later I see something odd: a large red candle burning on top of a stone wall. What’s that? Who would keep a candle burning here at this...