The sun has just set, and both the blue skies above and the green earth below deepen to shades of grey. A father and his son play with a small remote-controlled car in the empty sandlot. Along the quiet pathway, a well-dressed elderly Asian gentleman walks alone. The first three stars of evening have come out: the day is officially complete. There is sound of traffic and construction site generators in the distance, but for me sitting here on my bedroom windowsill, there's only the song in my heart:
Son of God, shaper of the starsYou alone, the dweller of my heartMighty King, how beautiful You are, how beautiful!