Some moments feel like the space between heaven and earth is open wider than others. This morning as I drove to school I felt the holiness of the new day. My last set of hills brought the sight of thick clouds below me. One of my favorite things about flying is looking down at the clouds. Today I had that same awe struck feeling as I came over the hill and saw thick white clouds covering the lakes, suspended between the hills. It seemed to me that the train of God’s robe was filling the space. I joined in the song of the ages: Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.