I´ve been sitting here reading while my son sings (Who can sale without wind, song that always, always makes me think of my friend Mohini) when I lifted my head and was taken by a view in front of me.
There are trees, a forest of them in front of me and I see but tops of them. Half of them, the one further away from me is lit by this orange like light that makes trees shine in such a spectacular way. As the rain is approaching the sky is turning into that pale violet dress of not yet so heavy clouds and few seagulls come white into picture from time to time. Trees are calm, but one can sense the wind approaching.
And as the sun moves the light moves too, from the tree tops toward the sky still light and free from the clouds, colouring that sky pink. It will probably rain, but it is a spectacular moment, a beautiful sunset, a touch and a gift of a day very unexpected. I was just reading a blog of one singer and mother and her take on God and her affirmation of faith and childlike way of expressing happiness over a beautiful morning moved me, so lifting the head to notice this beautiful sunset felt, if just a bit, like a smile of God and all Divine that is.
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