Thursday, October 28, 2021

A wooded Alpine track, overhung with trees. Forest creatures and bark my close companions. Round the bend, trees part, the valley vista stops my breath. Who knew distance and height could hold such beauty?

Morning, dawn, leaving my dwelling. The forest view from my stoop is narrow and close. The dew on an intricate spider’s web stops my breath. Who knew intimacy and detail could hold such beauty?

Wherever my feet land, Lord, let me be overtaken by joyful beauty.

(Letter #2,483)