Morning swim

The drive to the office this morning wasn’t a drive, it was a swim. I felt as if I was being carried along by some invisible hand, or wing, or fin, just floating and flowing along. I was driving through a canyon—on one side, the leading edge clouds, destined to bring rain (so God can water His children so they can grow). On the other side, a cascade of color—golds, yellows, purples, reds, blues. This feeling, this state, is stunning, sensuous, glorious, beautiful, luxurious, shimmering.

 

Good morning.