Bless the the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art cothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: who layeth beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds His chariot: Who walketh upon the wings of the wind. {Psalms 104:1-3} Now that spring is coming back, these words take on such a deeper meaning! Took a walk outside as I was reading this, just as the sun was just setting - it was one of those scenes you can't re-create in even a picture. It's not overly-colorful or extreme of any sorts, it's just simple and plain but so wonderful because of the experience. Watching the rays of light make new paths in the tall (insert: dead) grass as the sun falls deeper behind the trees, the golden reflections that bounce off of every object, the quiet cool breeze that comes and goes, the occasional flock of birds slowly but steadily flying over you a...