Evening Chats with God

There were moments in which the light was perfect and everything was still. The birds were quiet and the song of the coyote was absent from the air. Humans could recreate many things but these moments were not one of them. It was in this quiet perfect stillness illuminated in the kind of light movie directors could only dream about that i knew there was a higher power responsible for this beauty beyond the capabilities of man. It was during these moments that i was quiet. I was usually praying. I was thankful for all the astounding things i had been allowed to witness, for the piece of land i had been able to purchase, and for my two girls; Sili and Cashew.

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