prismoflight

I was walking by the obelisk in the Market Square. Mt mood wasn’t great. The sudden floods had thwarted me all morning in my efforts to visit some parishioners. It was now bucketing it down. I had a small hole in my shoe. And I had forgotten my cap. Like a child I was whining, ‘Why are you picking on me, God?’ That was the moment I saw it – a tiny, fragile snow-drop peeping […]