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Neal and Eugenie watched the waves as the sky turned pink with the first light of the sun. “I’m glad you talked me into this, babe,” Neal said.
Eugenie smiled. “I’m glad you came with me. This is one of my favorite zen moments. It can help set the mood for the rest of the day.”
Neal wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He rested his cheek against the top of her head. His pretty little French fiancee was forever bringing joy into his life. They’d known each other for seven years. She’d finally accepted his marriage proposal after two years of intermittent asking the previous spring. Their wedding date was the next year, on the second anniversary of the date she’d said yes.
“Hey babe, what’s that?” Neal said, frowning as he saw a flickering white light.
Eugenie gasped. “It is the esprit du matin. I see it sometimes. I have no idea where it comes from, or what it truly is. But it is here and then it is gone. I have found no one else who sees it.”
Esprit du matin – morning spirit. Whatever it was, the name fit it as well as any. He watched as the tiny spot of light drew closer. It danced and spiraled through the air. It drew nearer to the couple.
As it got closer, Neal swore he could hear music. “Babe? Do you hear that?”
Eugenie nodded. “Every time I hear it. It’s beautiful.”
Neal agreed. They stood transfixed as the light sang and danced. It circled them several times before suddenly changing course to speed into Eugenie. She gasped and curled in on herself.
“Babe, you okay?” Neal asked, grabbing hold of her.
Eugenie gasped for breath for a moment, but soon her breathing settled. “Yes. It was very warm, and for a minute I felt as if there was another mind inside of mine.”
“Weird.” Neal looked around. “I don’t see it anymore.”
“Me either,” Eugenie said, casting her gaze over her shoulder. She rubbed her temples. “I have a headache all of a sudden. Can we go home?”
“Sure thing.” Neal put his arm around her shoulders. He frowned. Something had just happened, but suddenly he couldn’t remember what it was. “Hey babe, what just happened?”
“What do you mean?” Eugenie asked.
“There was something,” Neal said. “I think we saw something. Do you know what it was?”
“I think you’re imagining things,” Eugenie said. “We’ve just been watching the sun rise. I must have stared too long at the sun for this headache to come on all of a sudden.”
Neal felt uneasy but shrugged it off as being concerned about his wife-to-be. “Come on, Shorty. Let’s get you home. A hot cup of green tea and some incense should help you feel better.” Eugenie punched him in the side as they walked back towards the car.