and the words i find such comfort in writing have filed out and walked away.
the breaking happened half way through a post of pictures i was piecing together...a post that i'm guessing wasn't meant to be.
but the way He painted that sky at dusk?
the sky that changed faster than i was able to frame that crazy-huge masterpiece?
i'm placing them here.
because even when the sun has fallen, the clouds still catch it's rays.
and the sky reflects His glory as the dark of night takes over...