I wish you could join me on my back deck right now. My breath billows out in puffs of smoke as I exhale the crisp, March morning air. The mountain (Rainier) stands out as a gray-blue silhouette against the pale sky, with the foothills one shade darker and the trees almost black in front of them. Fog forms a thin film of frosting between each layer of the picture, and remnants of yesterday's snow hide in the shadows. The air is alive with the sound of birds - the honking of Canadian geese and the singing of songbirds returned from their winter roosts.
I know the economy's in the dumper and suffering abounds. But in the face of all that, the scene before me keeps whispering, "God is in His heaven and all's right with the world."
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