The Little Angel with the Red Wings

I needed a long walk this afternoon. My feet took me to a large treed park. It happens to be a cemetery.

The grounds are sprinkled with a few stone buildings, most about one hundred years old.

One of these larger mausoleums is ornamented with a wee stained glass window. You can’t see the coloured glass from the outside.

Only looking through the clear glass of the ornate bronze doors does the art shine through.

 I didn’t go looking for it but I did ask for a sign today. I needed this tiny angel peering out at me through the keyhole.