Blessed shall you be in the city, and blessed shall you be in the country. Deuteronomy 28:3
I love the city.
The pulse, the rush, the rhythm of people’s footstep flowing nowhere and everywhere.
I love the country too.
The quiet ecstasy of God’s creations scattered across the rolling hills of verdant verve.
I love them both equally like a mother’s love for her two children, both unique, both distinct, both beautiful.