Beauty. Balance. Harmony within Harmony. Balance. Beauty.
Friends, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter. Not lonely, actually. Well, maybe a little. Anyway, I don't know that I have much to say about Tiferet within Tiferet. A rather ineffable quality.
I will simply tell you of the scent of Earth that I breathed in as I stood outside to count tonight. The scent of thaw, the scent of soil, the scent of new growth, the scent of green, the scent of brown, the scent of damp asphalt after days of rain on a mild evening. Such a scent after the long, cold winter is a scent I won't soon grow weary of.
And I will show you. A friend sent these pictures today. It would seem a pity to sully them with language.
Today may you be blessed accordingly.
