Saving daylight

We might not have even noticed that yesterday had an extra hour of light, if Brussels hadn't smiled and let the sun shine. We spent all afternoon at the park, strolling around in the fields and the woods, and enjoying that grassy, earthy smell of spring. In the open areas, we had to dodge about fifty games of soccer and their impromptu goal posts made out of sticks, or discarded coats, and hats. That's the thing about Brussels sun: when it comes, you can't ignore its call.

We went to the evening service at church, and for the first time, I saw the stained glass windows the way they are meant to be, every patch of glass a live coal of light.