An early-morning drive in the spring sunshine. Noticing the first emerging blooms of Bradford pear and flowering quince. Mist still hovering in the woods, about to scatter.
A wide drive, a welcome sign, the murmur of voices in a room down the corridor. Freshly-painted walls in the sanctuary. Fresh flowers on the table, bright in the rays of sun shining through the windows.
Warm greetings, smiles, kind words.
Beautiful music, soaring.
So many different kinds of light.
Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun.Ecclesiastes 11:7