I stepped outside, my camera in my hand and breathed deeply. Many smells waft to my nose; the smell of dirt, the smell of apricot blossoms, the smell of water dripping. The wind blows my hair in my face; for once I do not mind. Feel the wind. Smell the flowers.
I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips.
My soul will boast in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice.
Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt his name together.