Evening Ride

I love my bike. I went for  a little ride the other night and it was awesome. Cool evening air, a light mist from the huge sprinklers in the fields, very few vehicles on the road, and a beautiful sunset.

I've been wandering through this world I call my home And I've been seeing nearly every place I roam That there are traces of our heavenly home above In all God's creations, and every simple work of love Heaven, Heaven Is more than a mansion in the sky, or a dream of a place where angels fly Lately, sometimes When I look then I find Heaven sometimes is right before my eyes From "Heaven" by Cherie Call