Paters Oblaten

The thing about finding your temporary accomodation in the lovely abode of a monastery is that you're surrounded by serenity and you have no choice but to find company within your own means. Especially when said monastery is at the top of an unlit hill, closer to the farming community and far away from a student's version of humanity.

Living there for 4 days showed me more than versions of the erratic Belgian weather; it taught me that I am living in the bosom of God's creations. And that beauty is even more profound in the quiet.

Every morning when I wake.

Bare.

The road up. On a gloriously sunny day (Very rare, these are).

Blue, blue skies. What more can you ask for, really?