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?
Sunset on the Sound
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3 responses to “Sunset on the Sound”
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Pictures Jim! We need pics!
Nature is stunning. Breaks the heart to see that we’re slowly paving over it – and our history – in Virginia.
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Contrails across the sky?
Does anyone remember how gorgeous the skys were after 9/11 when no one was flying?
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Just hours in a different state and Jim’s already acting like Virginia is the dowdy old wife and NC is the svelte waitress in a faraway casino. Shame, shame.
I’ll admit you can write a gorgeous description, but I can match you one-on-one with real photos. That is, scenes of this state (You remember Jim, your home state? The place called Virginia?)
PS – Hope you have a good vacation, but you deserve a bit of this roasting.
PPS – To the humorless, this comment is tongue-in-cheek; teasing.
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