Looking through the window of love
There’s something very special about stained glass. Whether you are a reverent person or simply one who loves beauty, it can’t fail to move you. I could not visit Bristol without a return to the lovely cathedral, where you can get up really close to the windows in the cloisters. The details and expressions are wonderful.
If you are wondering about my six words this week, I have a confession to make. (since I’m in the right setting) I had Alf Moyet in my head when I conceived them, but when I checked the lyrics… well, I often seem to make up my own. Blame a faulty memory.
Hopefully I gave you a Saturday smile, Debbie, and I expect Dawn wouldn’t mind a few more windows to linger by. Happy weekend, all!