Finding this church again... decades later... and finding my way inside.... filled me with so much joyous excitement I honestly couldn't think straight. In spite of the stinkin' heat and humidity; notwithstanding the slanting floor and general collapsing-ness of the structure... my instinctive desire was to dance. So I did. I ran and jumped and twirled around and eventually fell over, dizzy. Then I got up and did it all again. And again. Because I'll never have another chance to be in this sacred space. It's from my past, it's far far away and I'm content to leave it there... now that my memories are fully refreshed.