Wheeling Gull Isle show me, who I am and who I could be

There are colors: tints, hues, and values, endless variations of them! There are faces to temples and sanctuaries; brothers, sister, mother and father: a family! There is a cozy den: rock, earth, moss, tree roots, and dust! Perhaps too even a peak out as to what lay beyond: sky, clouds, birds, plants, trees, ocean!

This is all to say, if Judah had been awake to witness sight… But he was passed out between his mother’s hind leg and her billowy tail, very much lost to the epiphany of this day and their little family that flared with joy.