Those sunrises which came so slowly in the winter made me want to believe in God again. The pink tinge of the sky and the once green grass now covered in silky snow, which would soon melt away, made me want to believe in God again.
The whole beauty and synchrony of the world coming together in nature finally made me believe in God again.
I found prayer, not in a church, but among the trees and teeming rivers and hidden lakes. They gave me faith in the natural way of things, in something greater, stronger, more pure than anything I'd ever known.