Sydney July Bridge

I just went over the Harbour Bridge to North Sydney via train.

On the west side of the train for a couple of seconds, I caught a glimpe of the most beautiful sunset. The sun went down radiating a fiery orange colour where the sky became a surreal pinky warm kind of surreal painting (my mum told me once, when I was a child, when the heavens turn orange the angels are baking cookies).

With the clouds framing the sun it became more surreal. I turned my head to the right side to catch a glimpse of the Opera House and instantly found myself short of breath in that moment: I discovered a striking coloured rainbow, which seemed to come straight from above, like a lighting pole going directly into the opera house.

You can't imagine a more perfect glimpse of an eye than this.

It is one of the moments in life that your heart almost stops and it starts hurting slightly under your ribcage in order to stand this beauty. The kind of beauty which draws you a secret tear from your eyes.

And yes,in this moment, nothing seems out of place. And you feel guided again. Guided by this huge, but gentle power of the God of the Universe who wants to say „Hello, yes, I am here and you are there. I am thinking of you - and yes, trust, just trust.“