At this moment I'm sitting at our patio, the air wafting past me, gently my hair flutters about as if being combed by God's fingers. Wind chimes are calling attention to anyone who cares to listen. sharing the secrets of the birds who have been passing gossip all day long. Added to the lovely melody is the sweet fragrance from what's left of the flowers and plants that the barbarians disguised as gardeners haven't hacked away. Yet.
I am in Heaven.