My sweet son was fast asleep in the car with Father and Uncle watching on and the beautiful Welsh St Davids Cathedral beckoned me. I knew the light was magical at the far end, and the silence has to be drunk in slowly. I had my chance. "Meet me in the Cathedral..." There was something delightful about just saying those words.
I was expecting, after not very long, for the silence and deep momentary rest to be shattered by the happy echoing squeals of a two year old, filling this old sanctuary to the rafters... but none came.
And for longer than I had hoped for, I stayed blissfully hidden with sunshine on my face.
Resting. Reading. Hoping.
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