Listening to the creation is like hearing God breathe. As my awareness of my environment goes up, so does my sensitivity to the beauty of everything that God has afforded us. My eyes are delighted by the sunrays slipping through the tree canopy to provide the dappled light on the ground below. My ears are pricked by the sound of a fish loudly jumping out of the lake and belly flopping back into the water. My heart swells to see the two Egret couples that live on the island bank in front of the dock. My tongue and skin lick up the sweet, swampy lake water that Gabe splashes while imitating a merman. My nose is keenly aware of the smell of a campfire. It’s amazing.