Last minute I agreed to come to a nearby church's neighborhood festival and take photos for an hour.
After a teary morning, my heart was open and ripe, and looking to meet with Jesus as I headed out of the house alone, my husband remaining at home to try to sleep off his second round of illness over the past few weeks. He sent me with 5 euros in coins, in case I found something I wanted to buy from the vendors there.
Hopping off the tram, the slushy, melting snow from last night followed me all the way down the 10 minute walk into the neighborhood, where the church was nestled. I hopped puddles and carefully avoided rough patches. Needless to say, by the time the church came in view, my boots were a bit soggy.