Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

John was taken in awe by the beautiful land that he was blessed to live in, everything on the earth had God’s fingerprint as a signature. He took a moment, closing his eyes, and whispered a prayer of gratitude, then was brought back to the present moment by the voice of another man, he turned his body to face the author of the voice. “Good day, Caracal!” He smiled, “This land is indescribable, and life is just…” he paused to think of the right word, “Perfect. Thank you for asking.”

“How are you? And how are your wonderful mate and children?”