When preparing dinner, I would open the doors and let the sights and sounds of Paris flow in. The Eiffel Tower would begin its twinkling around the same time I started dinner. Occasionally I would step out onto the balcony and watch the tower dance with light. Paris is magical.
Category Archives: John 8:12
Flooding Light!
Then, as I left the room, a small voice requested that I leave the door open just a bit so that some light from the Christmas tree could stream in.
Anne Farnum 