I have started to take note of the little bright spots, the familiar sounds, the new scenery of this new place.
The horse pasture to greet me when I pull in the yard.
The bright pink of the peony bushes just coming into bloom.
Sunlight at dusk highlighting a strawberry blossom and berry just waiting to ripen.
A dainty red rose against green thorny foliage.
Timid but curious baby kittens with whom my brothers and sister like to play.
The sound of cows mooing in our neighbor's pasture as I fall asleep.
The call of a meadowlark as it flits along the fence line as I walk through the pasture to catch a horse.
My view up from the valley to the hills where the wind creates ripples in the long grass.
The misty mornings where quiet fog hangs heavy over the creak.
The horse's standing head to tail swishing flies in the sun.
An encouraging note from a friend.
Words of hope from the scriptures.
My final destination: Heaven.