It rained all day. All day. My friends and I wandered all around, chatted with people, and kept staring at the basilica, the tv screens, and other people. Trying to keep dry and warm and upbeat. Black smoke felt...probably.
We waited and prayed and waited some more.
The time for the first ballot of the afternoon came and went. No smoke. No white smoke.
So we waited, and the anticipation grew. Slow burn.
We prayer vespers. The first night of the conclave the black smoke came out while we prayed the Magnificat.
That didn't work this time.
Then at 7:06 what looked like black smoke appeared, and a spirit of dejection came over us. The crowd sighed, moaned, lamented.
And the place went crazy. Elation, joy, bliss. It's winning the super bowl, combined with being a foster child and getting a new Dad. The thought has been crossing my mind..."Would God bring me all the way to Rome for a conclave, just to fly back to AZ and watch it happen on tv?"