Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky at morn, sailors be warned. It's truly beautiful! God was painting that day...the brush strokes of his paint brush!
I like how this one is wispy.

Just wanted to share...feeling very thoughtful...taking a look into myself...life....things...ah! I know the word I'm looking for, thanks for stumbling along with me...I was looking for the word Introspective...that's what I've been feeling lately.
I just love when in a very simple moment I can totally see/feel the hand of God - brush strokes and all.
ReplyDeleteI look at the sky like that all the time. makes you feel like a grain of sand.
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