Epiphany-Personal Narrative

It was an oddly quiet Sunday morning in the middle of December. Clear skies, forests and beautiful snow-capped mountains dominated the views from my front porch. The temperature was mild, one of those days you could wear a thin sweater and be a little chilly. There were no birds chirping or butterflies fluttering, as they had all left to the south to find a more suitable environment for them or died. I had missed this type of day when you could relax in the peacefulness of the quiet morning It was perfect. I sat down on my cushioned outdoor chair and thought about my week. It was pretty uneventful. The only thing that had happened was that I had gone on a mission to recover lost files in Tanzania. It turned out to be of no importance,