Infrequently enough to amaze me each time, I leave work in the evening and turn the corner to the dazzling sight of the church behind my work all lit up from the inside.
A dark back lane + the sound of the monotonous traffic of Osborne Street + a sacred place full of light = beautiful. It seems contradictory, and I have a hard time wrapping my mind around it all at once, but I guess the mind doesn't need to get what's holy and sacred.
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