I went on my morning 3 mile walk usually reserved for Mondays. Because let’s face it, exercise is about as thrilling as Mondays and paying taxes. As I strolled I watched all the cars drive to their respective churches where folks fulfilled their weekly spiritual duty. Little girls dressed in their Sunday best as the mothers fussed with their unruly hair. Husbands being dragged, wishing instead they were home watching the game. A couple in their golden years, walking hand in hand, enjoying the moment and relishing in the love going to church brings them. Quite the kaleidoscope of characters.
Myself? This is what I breathed in and relished.