And I Know the Artist
Last night on my way home from a consultation I saw the reddest of suns lower in the sky and exit stage West.
“I know the Creator,” I smiled, and thanked Him for the beauty of the sunset. But I was driving, wanted to get home soon so didn’t take a picture.
A few minutes later, travelling North along WI 75, the now-absent sun began to play with the clouds, changing their colors for them. I had to stop for this.
The mosquitoes loved that they had unexpected company, but I didn’t stay long, just long enough to capture this view before the sky called it a day.
Driving on, the thought came to me:
“Even when God’s painting somewhere else
and uses your western sky for His palette
— it’s pretty.”
…and I know the Artist.