Since just after Christmas–if I’d looked, maybe right after Epiphany–this cross has been laying by the side of the road where Mrs. Wigglebottom and I see it on our walk. For a while, I thought, well, the timing has you thinking that it’s a religious object. Maybe it could be something else. But if you look closely, you can see holes in the top and bottom where you might run a rope to suspend it and steady it.
So, I do think it’s a religious object someone just dumped after the holidays.
But here we are coming up on the spring holidays and I find, as it slowly weathers and things grow green around it, that I do feel something profound I can’t quite put into words.
It’s not a Christian profundity. But I do feel like I’m seeing something Mysterious I don’t quite know how to read.