It was a wearisome drive with crammed roads and slow speeds once here, it all disappeared the high quavering voices of the nuns singing the gregorian spread peace into the space and I watched the candles flickering - off to the side like Pluscarden, the little chapel was simple and empty except for me. I question and think, there are possibilities in this place, so far south, with its placid sky and warm air. At least I am here.next poem