Life seems relentless. Some weeks it feels like I do nothing but work, study, eat and sleep, but yesterday I took a day off to walk in the Peak District near Buxton.  It was the most beautiful day. Cold crisp and clear. I doubt the temperature rose much above freezing all day and in places the frost was almost an inch thick but on the tops the sun was shining and the air was fresh. When I stopped, in the stillness, all that could be heard was the crackling of ice falling from the trees.
How easy it is to "find God" in such moments and places.  Not that God is ever absent, but sometimes life obscures the view.
The walk was hard and I can really feel it in my legs today!  But for all the exhaustion I feel refreshed.