My fingers clicked along the keyboard.
Other than the sound of clicking keys, silence enveloped me.
Suddenly, glancing toward the door where there are nine panes of glass, I looked at the Valentine wreath hanging from a middle pane.
The late afternoon sun shone through the center of the wreath and the ray of sun enveloped me in blinding brightness.
It was as if a Spiritual force was speaking to me in a language of light.
Soon the sun coming through the center of the wreath was so bright it was totally impossible to look at it.
Mesmerized, I kept trying to glance at the light.
Then the sun began to slowly recede behind the trees in the neighbor's yard.
I got up and ventured out into the bitter cold, onto the back porch, anxious to catch the last lingering glimpse of such incredible beauty.
As always, I clicked the digital camera, capturing photos of the afternoon's magic.
Jagged clouds lined up in precision order in the sky.
Limbs of the trees stood out, outlined against the winter afternoon heavens.
Soon, the sun disappeared and night began to fall.
Silence and deep peace filled the kitchen as I took a last, fleeting glance out of the window above the sink.
Once again, I began to write and the sounds of the keys clicking on the keyboard broke the silence.
WHAT WAS THE LAST MOMENT OF INTENSE BEAUTY THROUGH NATURE THAT YOU WITNESSED ?