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)