All is well.
The wind whips up from the valley, pressing me back from cliff side. Elation at the overlook.
All is well.
Gentle breeze cools me by the summer stream. Peace in the meadow.
All is well.
Thunder crack and gale, upending all not tied down. Start again from clean slate.
The wind says: all is well.
(Letter #3,780)
Daily Letters to God 
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