One early morning I had reason to drive out to the Army base just outside Anchorage. It was five a.m.
Everything was still and pure. The cold air, silent as roadside trees stood splendidly, covered in white powdered frosting. Driving slowly and carefully on the sleek icy roads gave me an extra opportunity to marvel at nature’s magical work of art.
Awestruck at the beauty surrounding the wide empty highway, I became acutely aware of a godly paintbrush where spectacles of inspiration are exquisitely painted across the land – for us mortals. Living works of art that allow the human spirit to pause for a moment in time, while recognizing a collective and deep-rooted wish to bask in serenity
Peace permeated my soul when I drove in those early mornings….nothing moved outside, as I felt a stirring glow of warmth seeping into my heart.
That was twenty years ago! Things may have become a little busier by now.
This narrative is part of the book I wrote called:
‘My Reflections of America’
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