Josie stopped once again to watch the seagulls circle above her, smiling as they cried together in a symphony of praise. She would be late for work if she kept this up, but the temptation to soak in the beauty of the ocean and all that surrounded her was overpowering. Although she had spent her whole life in Newport, it never ceased to impress her with such simple yet exquisite details. God was truly an artist, indeed, and the daily morning journey she took along the Cliff Walk to Conte de FÃ©e, the Davenport mansion, always reminded her of this.
|Throne of Grace by Cecily Wolfe|