We can see our footprints in the sand, rediscovering a land washed clean of yesterday’s habitation by the overnight tide.
We can lie in bed and listen to the rain on our roof and we can feel the freshness in the air following a summertime storm.
We can sense anticipation as blossom buds prepare to burst and herald the coming of Spring.
We can marvel at the miracle of birth or the love of someone special, whose presence alone makes words unnecessary.
We can climb a mountain, survey the world below and watch the setting sun change the tapestry before us into night.
We can hear the bubbling and gurgling of a mountain stream, the roar of a waterfall or the symphony of the birds, constantly active among the upper branches of the forest trees.
We can taste the sweetness of water from a spring and smell the delightful aromas coming from a bakery in the early morning.
There is no doubt about it, this is the lucky country and the best things in life are free. Maybe we should thank our maker more often than we do for what we have been given.