The chair stood in the hallway. Waiting.
He was invited.
Nevertheless he felt alone, timid, and the other chairs seemed elegant compared to his straight lines, and plain wooden seat.
He stood against the wall listening to the chatter coming from inside….sounds he longed for…soft happiness.
The front door opened, a rush of warm sunlight filled the hallway. Illuminating the checkered floor. He felt the sun rays. He was reassured.
Peeking around the corner, he saw the light marking his place amongst the feast.
He knew he was no longer alone.
Photo: The entrance to the Relais de la Madeleine, a hotel by our home.
Feast of Light, Holy Saturday.
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