Two pigeons have taken up residence on our bedroom windowsill. First, one arrived and it billed and cooed and cooed and billed until its mate arrived. The pair then sat quietly side by side, on the brick windowsill. They sat under the cover of the fronds of the palm tree in my garden, in the hot, humid, morning air. They didn't seem to notice me watching from the other side of the glass, as they were too intent on looking at each other.

Devotion is hard to find, but sometimes it is on your very windowsill. Breath deep.