Yesterday, the Eiffel Tower stood before me.
All my life, I had wanted to meet her in person, wanted it desperately; I pined for it, as if anxious she would one day walk away. I feared she would vanish to a different spot if I kept her waiting, for no lady likes to wait.
But there she was watching, steady with wisdom from years she had seen go by, years of revolution, heroes and tragedy. Only the stars could compete with her light. No diamond can outshine her.
She stood in the same spot she’d been all the time I had wanted to see her. I like to believe she waited for me patiently. Perhaps she knew I would one day arrive and bask in her great shadow.
She stood as if I were the reason she had kept to that spot.
As the taxi made its way up the street, her light beamed over the city, settling on me. In that moment, I nearly cried.
Her light settled on me and she seemed to say, “Welcome. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Mariella Hunt 