I was on my way down when I saw a little something I thought really peaceful and beautiful.
A boy probably in his early secondary years stood quietly in front of one of the crosses and started praying. It was a short one, but the look on his face was serene. Then, he picked up his bottle and ran up to join his brothers who had gone before him.
I don't know why, but I was so moved and I just had to record this moment. Have a refreshing week ahead! :).