The short days of sunlight and the long days of darkness, the early dusk and the late dawn bring about a quiet, serene atmosphere as the Sisters come in from their various ministries. The drill is predictable: sign in, hang up your coat, secure a memorable spot for your book bag. We pat down our hair, hoping the wind on the hill did not do too much damage, all with haste, urgency. We slow down as we approach the chapel doors. The first Sisters to arrive hold the doors open for the rest of us. Quietly we enter, make a profound bow, take holy water and settle into our choir stalls. Several minutes go by. The organ sounds “G.” The cantor intones “O God come to my assistance.” Another Advent Vespers begins.