I woke up and realized there was only 3 minutes until the bell rang out for Matins (early morning worship). Somehow I made it.
The monastery has a sort of somber beauty. The leaves have all fallen, so you can see more of the river than usual. The sun was just rising as we finished worship and got ready for breakfast. I went out on the Great Cloister where the rising sun had intensified the redness of the brickwork... very peaceful - and cold - out there.
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