The golden domes catch the last light of evening so quietly. It always makes me think of how steady the old faith feels after a long day.

The rain just stopped, and those old cobblestones are catching the light so nicely in the courtyard. A quiet moment before everything dries again.

Seeing the blue domes of St. Nicholas shining this way always makes me think of the quiet moments before Vespers, when the whole world seems to hold its breath.