Oh, dear. In other words the window is open and it is lovely out.

I'm home from Paris. Home is a relative term here. I feel removed from two already. Maastricht has become the third for a time and I like it as such.

Well. The Sacre Coeur is one of the more beautiful churches I've ever seen and is on a hill. Like a city on a hill. Visiting the churches around here is beneficial for multiple reasons: the architecture and the art work is stunning, really- it's incredible- and gives definition, more than normal buildings, to the grandeur, the beauty, the majesty of God. I am also compelled, when visiting these churches, to pray that the body of Christ be built up in a place where indifference to the Creator seems prevalent.

The Seine and Notre Dame are most worth seeing when so few do- at sunrise. Chocolate crepes are dangerous to my health. I like them too much. I need a friend. I need Jesus. Need for Him is a reality, so I'm learning to enjoy feeling it.

I miss you, and I'm
off to read James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,"
Audrey