Sunset on the Sound

The sky is the canvas. God is the artist. And every evening he paints a new masterpiece. We sit at the water’s edge, beholding the vault of heaven above us. Thunderheads billow on the horizon, blossoming like camellias. Contrails streak across the sky. The setting sun lights up the clouds like dying embers. The master has daubed layer upon layer: grays upon blues, golds upon whites, crimsons upon pinks. We marvel at the glory of the creator… and wonder, what have we been missing?