From the side verandah at night.
We've been getting an awful lot of wet weather lately, most often it's this misty type of rain making eery shadows night and day. This post also reminds me that I haven't shown much of the pines so I will run a little series over the next few days.
It's a warm calm night.
Possums scratching about,
frogs bopping quietly,
gentle rustle of wind in the pines,
and the lazy tinkle of wind chimes.
A soft lullaby.
Job 35:9-11 (New International Version)
"Men cry out under a load of oppression;
they plead for relief from the arm of the powerful.
But no one says, 'Where is God my Maker,
who gives songs in the night,
who teaches more to us than to the beasts of the earth
and makes us wiser than the birds of the air?'