Rain prickles softly on a frosted conservatory roof, underpinning the murmur and laughter of friends.
In a book lined room, already bursting with words, there is still space for more… life stories and poetry, theology and geography… spanning rivers and flower beds with faith and fellowship.
A butterfly beats and skitters against glass like words fighting free to fill a page. Beyond, faded flags flutter their prophetic words to the wind and doves and geese reply in raucous chorus.
Within and without this warm and welcoming bubble the Creator speaks to heart and mind.