Two little Orthodox churches standing side by side, their crosses clear against the sky. The fence and green around them make the whole spot feel peaceful.

The old stone well stands quietly in the courtyard, its mossy edges catching the light just so. It always puts me in mind of the years of faithful hands that have drawn water there.

The cross stands sharp against the first light of sunrise. It always makes me think how steady that hope is, no matter what the day ahead holds.