I took the image on the left a few summers back while we (our entire family unit of five) were on our way to watch a Pink Floyd laser show atop a building in Los Angeles. Motorcycle man likes to plan really fun things for us to do. This was one of his summer surprises. On the way there I snapped this photo from the cab of the truck (most likely when traffic was at a stand still) The lighting was really pretty and much like this photo, I only enhanced it a little. Carie my cousin by marriage sent me a message one day. She said one of my photo’s inspired a painting. When she finally shared the image with me I was taken aback. Not only did she make the painting far prettier than my memory she also evoked deeper memories from childhood with her pink power lines. When I was a young girl and we were on long car trips, short too probably. I would sit quietly in the back seat and look out the windows. I would imagine myself as a ballerina dancing gracefully atop the power lines. I was always very quiet and caught up in my imagination, or I would just talk quietly to myself. I was an only child for most the time. Carie also added scripture to the painting, in the background is Matthew 5:14 which reads “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.” She not only painted a gorgeous painting but she took me back to two really wonderful memories, showed me the city I love and added a scripture of light, which is where I often strive to be, in His light. I like to believe this was Holy Spirit driven. It is that divine and gives me those kinds of chills. Below is another image of that night. Driving through a tunnel with our first born. The first born enjoyed the evening the very most out of the three.