January 7, 2009

The wind, it sparkles

Last night was hot. Suffocatingly hot. The humidity settled heavily and there was no escape.

I lay in bed with the window open wide, almost hanging out of the bed (I have a loft bed, so it's high) while trying to get any of the air that happened to come through the window.

Every now and then, a tiny cool breeze would trickle its way through the window. If I could paint that breeze it would be like a trail of glitter, twisting and turning it's way through my room.

How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! . . . It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore. Psalm 133:1,3

(photo from sxc)

1 comment:

Brianna said...

Wow...you're such a gifted writer...I could almost feel the heat you described...it made me want to go run under a sprinkler....