two nights with the nuns

A desk, a chair, a narrow bed with a simple crucifix on the wall above it. It makes me want to kneel and pray for a long time. That is not something I do very often.

There is something in the air. A blessing, maybe, hovering almost within reach.

In the morning, I sigh with happiness over a simple breakfast while nuns are practicing songs in the next room.

Two nights in a monastery and I'm almost a convert.