A skirt of sparkles flares out as she twirls round and round. A little run, on tippy toes, and an abrupt stop. She stares in awe at the stained glass window. They seem to reach onward and upward, forever and ever towards the sky. It is a wonder how all of those perfectly colored slivers fit so neatly together. But then the music starts and a hushed, but harsh, whisper and wave ushers her back to her seat.