It's hard to content myself in a world of same looking houses separated by asphalt streets and concrete sidewalks.
Look at the trees.
Ponder the birds.
Listen to the wind whistling in the trees and the yips and howls of the coyotes as daylight wanes.
Notice the change - how the day sounds fade to silence, how a marvelous quiet pervades the moments just before the night critters begin filling the woods with their songs.
It's here that it's easy to believe that "God is in his heaven and all is right with the world." At least in this part of the world, one touched by human hands but not recreated in a way that erases God's fingerprints.