In Between Miracles

I am rushing to get this post down--I'm writing from the tefl classroom with a half hour before class starts. I grab internet connections where I can. When I can: I've been running around this gorgeous city for three or four days, non-stop. I'm running too hard and I don't even have the time to count the days.

Last night before bed, in the first span of relaxation I've felt since I arrived, I sat out on my second story balcony and watched the moon shine over the lights of Prague. I can't describe the importance of the sight to my heart except to say it provided the sort of moment I live for. A camera would be futile before such a scene. Everything about this town shines with a light of grace. I walk, joystruck, astounded--every sight strikes my eyes like a miracle.

And apparently miracles don't leave much time for much else. I have to run. Here's a picture: