Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden! Let its spices flow from it. Let my beloved come to his garden, and let him eat his own precious fruit. Song 4:16
This scripture came to my mind when I saw this picture from a batch that a took a few days ago. It made me feel close to Him, and desire to be closer to Him. It reminds me of a secret place that only He and I could know of. In this place, this quiet place it felt as though I could meet Him right there beneath that light that shines through the trees.