“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”
When I came out of the house for a little walk round our neighborhood I had no idea where I wanted to go. I was aimlessly wandering along the streets of Whitton and ended up near a cemetery. It seemed to be a perfect place for the gloomy evening shrouded in foreboding skies. It sounds very bizarre, but I spent a pleasant hour walking among the silent headstones and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. A luxury I don’t get very often these days.