I don't remember what exactly happened the morning of Day 3 of our honeymoon, but I do remember what it was comprised of: bright sunshine, sing-song birds, coffee, cookies, nice cold showers, a walk out into Kensington Square Gardens, past Royal Albert Hall, on and on, enjoying another perfect day, dog watching, bird watching, people watching, swan watching. We walked all the way top St. Paul's Cathedral by happenstance. We did not plan on going there. We were headed to Shakespeare's Globe Theater, which happens to be across the River Thames (from where we were), but on our way over there we saw the cathedral's large dome and knew we were approaching the famous landmark. Though we didn't spend too much time there, I took photographs of the cathedral, again in awe of history, and admired the small gardens and lawns surrounding the building as much as I did the architecture. The sun was just beginning to reach its apex and made for a picturesque visit. Take a look:
One of my favorite religious symbols is the angel: the heavenly creature serving the highest good whose duty to is guide, watch-over, and protect. I loved seeing the angels here amongst the other figures carved into the structure within St. Paul's columns and arches and cement and brick, their presence permanent and solid; unyielding to any foe. The ethereal sunlight made this a happy sight, not one of omniscient foreboding, and we continued on our way to the Bard's theater, passing by the guardianship of those who share our journey within this realm of reality.
To be continued...
- F
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