Sunday morning stillness, except for someone in the kitchen, the breeze in the trees, as I write my heart out in the pages.
Coffee aroma.
Cat on the window sill.
Devil's Peak stark against the summer-cobalt sky.
Faded pink hibiscus flowers, with raw-red stamens dusted in luminous yellow, in full bloom on the street below.
Blood droplet Christ-thorn too.
Peace.
And quiet.
Morning has broken.
God in the detail.
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