Green Christmas, White Easter

[franceslievens]

Coming home from pre-break-drinks with a friend, I crossed a group of people walking the Stations of the Cross from the smaller church in our community to the big one up on the hill at the end of my street. They all carried umbrellas, because on this first day of spring it tends to snow quite a lot. Their voices when praying sounded shivering and cold. I hope they got some hot cocoa after this ordeal, and I bet the priest's white robe got a bit murky from walking in all that slush.