A walk in the park and other walks

Went for a walk today. Found a strange lovely material that looks like construction waste. What lovely lights I could make with it!!!
Sometimes stories come to me even here, but they flutter away more elusive than ever. I often think of those rain washed mornings, in front of Mother Mary's cupola, the candles burning despite the wind, the warmth in the cold wetness, the warm candle light in the darkness of early morning. I clean it, clearing away wilted flowers and buds and stalks of grass, offered by the students to pass their exams may be, may by the walkers. And I stand there with my eyes closed my heart full of thankfulness. Sometimes my eyes are open to look at the mother and child, so full of peace. I can't think of a more tranquil time in my life. I was an offerer  too, I brought flowers and twigs and pretty leaves, but now I just take away. At times taking away is more or as important as bringing, only it takes a while for us to learn it