Parking Angel

I was brought up on angels. Catholicism. Once a Catholic. Now I believe it's important to believe. Whether in the existence of angels, parking or otherwise although I admit now the only praying I do is when I need help to find a legal space. The angels do not seem to know my membership has seriously lapsed.

This angel found me today in the churchyard. I had stopped to take a photo of the main stained glass window but the afternoon sun was shining on the graveyard instead and as I turned around a corner of the Georgian parish church and walked into the light...