“How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go …
Sunrise Early, golden Rising, shining, warming Sunbeams spreading over chapel Glory
Photos from Sunday evening. The sunset started out pretty and turned into something phenomenal the further we drove. I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
