The twilight of a warm summer evening spreads over the land as the Creator takes a paintbrush to the canvas of the sky. For a while, He works in magnificent silence. And then, there is a voice. . . “I am here. I have only these few minutes to show you who I am. For the ones who know, I will reveal great beauty and wonder. Pause and listen. Look. The melody of my magic is evermore in the wind and sunlight of the days, released in fleeting voices at sunset. Hold a piece of this magic if you can, for you will be enriched beyond measure. Fear not if you miss it today, as I am ever behind the clouds, and I will return when the gateway again opens as day becomes darkness.” Caeli enarrant gloriam Dei.
Photo: Winnebago County, Iowa