There is nothing quite like the beauty of a bayou – that slow-moving, almost stagnant body of water where unseen life teems beneath its murky surface.
I recently spent a serene afternoon at Bayou Liberty in St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana and was not at all surprised by the calm that landed on my shoulders.
Whether I looked up…
…or down…
…or all around…
…everything was beautiful, no matter if it was man-made and worn out…
…or God-made and vibrant.
The breeze blew…
…the water rippled…
…and the Spanish moss swayed to the silent music in the air.
There is nothing more to say about this perfect day.
