The Journal

Dear Beloved, I am writing to you, not just from the happiness in my heart, but also from a place of happiness. I am in the library, sitting by the windowed wall. The Air Conditioning is mildly cold but the soft warmth of the Sun warms the glass window perfectly to cancel the extra cooling inside. The view from the window is lush green pastures, covered with beautiful blooms of Reddish Orange and White Flowers (I wish I knew the name of these flowers). There are few large trees which stand tall between the pastures, their canopies house leaves from yellowish green to deep green. The new leaves sway far more easily compared to the old ones in the gentle breeze which our God in heaven has set on his beautiful creation. As much, as I like the glass wall for the warmth it provides, I wish it wasn't there. It keeps me from hearing the chirps of the two small birds sitting on the nearby tree. It stops the enticing smell of the flowers from entering this part of the world. It stops the bu...