sunset over home
I’ve become a little anti-nostalgic in the last few years. I’ve beome a bit more focused on taking one day at a time, on spending each moment in the moment.
But when I think of home, this is what I see. This is part of my being.
I always came on this view at the end of the day, and usually with a full heart. There were always stone steps ready for me to sit down and watch, and process whatever my heart was full of that day. Only God has heard the thoughts poured out before this sunset.