Longing for warmer days…

Looking out the window towards the field and the road is like looking at a black wall… Occasionally, a light will pass way out on the road and, ant-like, it will slowly makes it way out of sight… the solitude is profound and utterly amazing… the darkness, when it is peaceful, is a beautiful thing to be surrounded by…  Looking out, I am reminded of another comfort… one that until this past summer, I didn’t realize was such… but the sheer quiet and tranquility of the heavy darkness takes me back to the water… in the water, on the water, part of the water… I long for the hot days of summer and the wind on my face in a big ol’ boat on a big ol’ lake… I want to learn to drive a boat, and, if I can get the nerve up, I want to learn to sail…  I love the wind and think it would be so humbling to be moved along the surface of the earth by the billowing puffs of humid air, smelling of sunscreen, sand and surf… but then, that would be sailing on the ocean and I seriously doubt I will get that much nerve up… at least not on the oceans I’ve seen so far… but I’m hopeful that the small (compared to the ocean) lake in East Tennessee will lead to bigger bodies of water and amazing sights that I cannot even imagine … I’m hopeful that I will see through the eyes of my Lord and capture the magnificence of His perfect creation on film…  I’m hopeful for summer and winter hasn’t even started… so i’ll hang on to the hope and remember what Andy said in Shawshank Redemption, perhaps my favorite movie of all time… “hope is a good thing… and no good thing ever dies”…

Hebrews 11:1 Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen…  Lord, send me…