A place on earth
Riding into work on my bike, the trees in the park were pillars of green and mottled ivory, arching overhead. Once on the banks of the river, the air was perfumed with roses and the buttery scent of jasmine.
I felt again like I did last week watching Jordi Savall playing the "musicall humors" of Tobias Hume; heaven is a place we can be now, heaven is here on earth. It may be only rare moments of perfect beauty when we can really experience it, but I felt it again, flying through an air dense with the flowers of late spring, as I rode my bike to work this morning.
I felt again like I did last week watching Jordi Savall playing the "musicall humors" of Tobias Hume; heaven is a place we can be now, heaven is here on earth. It may be only rare moments of perfect beauty when we can really experience it, but I felt it again, flying through an air dense with the flowers of late spring, as I rode my bike to work this morning.