By Rev. David Schoenknecht.
There’s nothing quite like the twilight crescendo of a million humming mosquitos to make you forget the roaring of urban traffic. The morning mist that rises silently between rocky islets stills the soul. The clarity of water that’s potable without treatment refreshes the spirit. The sudden appearance of a summer squall—with no apps to predict its coming—and then the swift parting of its ragged clouds like a curtain to reveal the Milky Way restores our wonder.