Three in the morning

Three in the morning.

I cannot sleep.

I wrap a soft shawl around me, and quietly open and close doors leading to the garden.

I walk slowly on the path between the roses, their scent barely perceptible in the cold of the night.

The Cross above the chapel is illuminated by the full moon. It shines in shades of pink amidst the giant pine trees to my right.

I breathe in silence.

Kenza.

Inspiration: Holy Friday (19 April 2019) at La Trappa, Cistercien Monastery, Michoacán, Mexico.