Out in the early hours of opening day, riding in the truck with my husband, I was overwhelmed by the beauty around us.
“How Great Thou Art” kept playing in my mind.
The trees in their many shades of Fall against the deep, dark colors of the evergreens. The blue of the sky with the white and gray clouds floating on high.
The wind that was twisting and bending the grasses.
Watching the hawks with wings spread riding the currents with no need to use their own power. Up and down they coursed, as if dancing with an unseen partner.
Squirrels darting to and fro…racing up the trunks of a tree…running across the dirt road with tail high…to perch on a fallen branch.
Hearing the “Quakers”…those aspens whose leaves and branches are shaking in the wind…ever shifting….writhing…motion unstoppable….caught up in the ever moving breeze.
The magnitude of the beauty that surrounds us…the vibrancy of all the colors…the power of the wind…the greatness of it all…
Continued to expound…”How Great Thou Art”.