I am walking down the hallway of the lowest level of my building when I hear the crackle of cleared throats and then slow chanting of the Pater Noster.
The sound catches me, stops my feet.
Like a wave, the slow, deep words wash over me, surround me until I am over my head in beauty,
standing in the middle of the hall, hands clasped behind my back.
I do not know what tomorrow looks like.
But I do know that today is beautiful.