Hands of God.
I went to the Kyle Cemetary to see the amazing gravestones. I came across this cement piece of two hands holding a bird. In the hands was birdseed. I thought it said a lot about the area I was standing. What are we if not lending a hand? What are we teaching the next generation if we do not take the time to enjoy our surroundings? What is the point if you can't take pleasure in nature? Isn't all life precious, no matter how small?
Funny how a place that was built to house death brings upon so many life-affirming thoughts.
I hope your Monday is fantastic.