Nothing can compare with the beauty and warmth of life at home. Bred into bone, steeped into blood, is the everyday sweetness of living in Guyana with its river-light and forest green and soft air and garden quiet in the sun and rain. How good never to be cluttered by heavy clothes! How good to breathe the non-industrial wind off the sea! How good to see the stars of tropic picked out perfectly in the clear night! Never must we go too far or too long from home.
But I will say that the varying beauty of the changing seasons is a joy I have come to love when visiting vast and much-blessed Canada. The coming to green life of the land in Spring soon becomes abundant Summer and then the dying gold of Fall sinks before long into the starkest white and cold of Winter – with, still and again, the hidden promise of Spring to come. The turning wheel of life and the world transforms everything fresh and afresh.
