Tomorrow, I'll be spending my day on a train.
Or, you know,
It's a long time.
On a train.
But I'll be knitting.
My favourite activities (among others).
I'll be praying for a bride to be (getting married while I'm on the train).
I'll be praying for a school girl with tears on her face.
I'll be praying for a fairy grandmother and all her little treasures (and the big ones)
I'll be praying for sisters and for brothers.
And a girl my own age, in prison in Pakistan.
I'll be praying for things to come, things that have been, things that are.
Knitting and praying.
Seven hours seems a little too short, doesn't it?