Coastal mossy madrona along the Dipsea Trail. ” … how is the wood of a vine different from that of a branch from any of the trees in the forest?” Or a blanket of moss from leaves?
Welcome, Dawn of the New Year, Golden Promise!
From darkness, leap over fog and into the heavens.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.” Rev. 21:1 (NIV)