16:50 | Fiona Begley

A truly meditative experience. The scent of the wood, the warmth radiating up from the floor, through my toes. The sun coming out from behind the clouds, shining into the shelter, illuminating my face briefly to create a reflection in the glass, my face merging with the city for just a moment. For the most part, I am lost in my thoughts, though the whistling wind a a nearby choir for my attention. Three gongs from an array of bells throughout the city remind me that my Vigil will soon come to an end.