Today finds me sat on a bench outside my aunt’s house on a mountain in Mcgregor. The sun is shining bright and warm but I’m cooled by the slight breeze caressing the mountainside. The faint sound of african drums join in with the rhythm of my typing and the birds sing nearby adding melody and harmony. The sky is a gradient of blues and there isn’t a cloud in sight.

It is a glorious day, one that makes me feel blessed to be alive.

View from the Porch

Distant Mountain