I drove down the twisted road under an overcast sky this morning and I allowed my eyes to drink in the words that are surrounding me. Words that have more depth than these marks that I type could ever begin to capture.
A huge draping willow tree that bends down to kiss the ground, towering oak trees that have a hundred shades of green hiding in their branches, slender bending poplars, and elegant horses grazing quietly in sweeping grassy fields. Thankfulness is beginning to spill out of my heart, and then I see it. I glide past a barbed wire fence and my eyes catch a small flash of brilliant yellow adding a cheery golden comma to the world. God, thank you for creating golden finches.