Smooth Sailing

I wish I had a 3 D camera or the wordsmithing ability to describe last night.  It was truly sun gazing at its best, as I stood on our back deck and looked west. It was the clearest of evenings, no wind for miles.  The golden sun was bright as it sank behind Trinity North, putting the Midas touch across the bay and over the land.  Then, the afterglow.

It was a moment for deep breaths and deeper gratitude.  A moment when you think that you made the right decision so many mountains ago.

I just stood on the deck, with Murphy sitting on my left and Friday on my right. We all stared at the magnificence all around us, knowing we had free, front row seats to the greatest show on earth.

And we were grateful.