The choir walked into the cathedral, and all eyes drifted upward to the ornate chasms of the place. I must’ve looked especially amazed, for next to me, Mitch asked, “Are you crying?”
I surprised myself with a poetic sounding answer, but perhaps it was Notre Dame speaking through me. “They water because I can’t stand to close them on this place – even for a second.”

He laughed and looked up again.

He’d said several times since the plane ride to France how grateful he was that he could experience it with me. “Kaeli, you just see everything in such a beautiful light. It’s all the more meaningful to watch your amazement. Like a little kid at Christmas.” I simply beamed, probably blushed.

Then suddenly, I did blink. What was that? “Whoa!” I voiced out loud. There it was again! I was certain now. A whitish, humanoid figure, drifted through the cathedral. Actually, several of them did.

I grabbed Mitch’s hand. “Do you see them?”
Not at first noticing my panicked tone, “See what?”
“Not what. Who.”