Dressed in the drab colours of winter, the fields outside
lie apparently dormant, awaiting the tingling warmth of a returning spring sun.
After two weeks in the sunshine of
California (and the rain), the contrast is noticeable. Also noticeable is the
chorus of birdsong lilting through the air. Along the coast where I was, the
only birds I saw were pelicans returning to their nests each evening. I never
heard their ‘song’.
It’s good to be back. Two places geographically very
different, but each displays its own beauty, its own charm.
After six days, God looked at what he had created, and he saw that it was good. Better than that.
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