The First Kiss

This morning my plane landed just as the sun rose into the sky.  On my way to the bus, I found a church, empty, and went inside to pray.  Immediately inside the door were rows of votive candles.  I put my 20 pence in the collection, and lit a candle.  I sat there for a while, and eventually began making my round of prayers.  When I greeted my ancestors, the door to the church opened.  A wind blew in and swirled around me and the candle, making the flame dance in a circle.  Then it left.  Juju anyone?

The Dougherty's are my ancestors, and this is their land.