Monday I had a precious time with my youngest sister. We packed sack lunches and sat upon a marble bench far, on the gentle hill where people come to honor those who have passed on. It is a quiet place, peaceful. One can feel undercurrents of joy, tragedy, love, remembering, grief, hope and relief.
I don't know why, but I've always been fascinated by cemeteries. After lunch, camera in hand, I went for a walk. It was a lovely sunny day. Clouds chased across the skies. I paused for a moment. How astonished I was to catch an angel's face reflected in the geometric shape of this window. She has the same face of the cloud angel I captured in the same vicinity a week ago, when a rainbow encircled the sun.