It was half an hour after midnight, the beginning of the year. After all the firework and the firework. Oh there were plenty, and they were close and loud too.
After three glasses of champagne, and a few other glasses of sparkling wine, I was out for a ride. No, I wasn’t driving. It was quiet out. We stopped, and this is what I saw:
A church, hugged by a mosque. Two of them in the middle of the night, lighten for the beginning of the new year.
Somewhere in Nazareth, amidst darkness and destruction, there’s a church that is so beautiful, yet underrated, on a beautiful hill. And in the street above it, there’s a gigantic mosque that is so glorious, you want to just admire it. Looking at both from afar gives me hope.
In the middle of a global pandemic, war and corruption, there’s still hope that we can still aim for beautiful things.
And that perhaps concluded the past year, or perhaps introduced the new year.
