One reason I love living on this marsh so much is that on a late afternoon like this one, I’ll be sitting sipping my hot tea, watching the steely clouds roll in relentlessly, engulfing us like some deep, cold grief, like depression, when suddenly, inexplicably, light pours in at the end of the peninsula. I can’t see an opening in the clouds, only the radiance. (The iPhone doesn’t do it justice). Taking my breath away.
Reminding me of that unforgettable Howard Thurman quote: “Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.” Joy and peace to all