I'd like to draw the lakes into my soul and hold them there, taking them out to play whenever I need to feel truly joyous and full of peace.
Why is it that these idyllic scenes of nature seem to capture me in this way? Why must I be at odds with myself and the world without periodic meanderings into the most perfect parts of God's creation?
Thank-you for these times of rest... even rest in the midst of nearby highways and coffee shops and traffic. Thank-you for the time to come apart and to be.
