I remember this from the summer, when he was in Spain. I would awaken and look at the time and automatically always added six to the time...
Imagining him already having put in many hours on his daily pilgrimage.
Sun hot in the sky.
My husband and I have both been waking in the night Friday and Saturday, and adding six to the time...
And I do not usually awaken during the night.
The first night I prayed for safe flight and landing, and imagined their tearful-joyful meeting at the baggage claim, their ride home, the unpacking, his first sleep after being awake for two days......
Last night I imagined them getting up and finding a church.
His time at mass lately hasn't been as worshipful as it had been prior to his pilgrimage.
(the reason he had gone to talk to Giles)
I hope it 'feels' good and right again, now that he is where he should be...
Just thinking about him...
in the middle of the night.
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