Intellectual: Devotional Series

He began to read. And for seven minutes, he was not a widower. He was a student. He was a pilgrim. He was, as Mira had intended, alive.

Elias stood there, the cold air on his face. He hadn't thought of Mira for the last four minutes. Not once. Instead, he had seen an orange. He had seen a spiral. He had seen order in the chaos of a dropped bag and a child's panic. intellectual devotional series

At 6:53 the next morning, he poured his coffee. At 6:54, he sat down. At 6:55, he opened to page 188. He began to read