When I was much younger, my grandmother would wake us up early every Sunday morning to go to Mass. We got dressed and got in the car, my brother always late, couldn’t find his shoe, had to stop for the bathroom, forgot to comb his hair, etc.
During Mass, I found it hard to sit still. Thankfully, there were many distractions: sitting, kneeling, standing, shaking hands and staring at the stained glass windows. I loved them and the colored rays of light that shone through.
These window panes are my musings during Mass: the sky and the sea,