Scottish skies. Expansive and ever-changing, as if the
Artist is so excited to communicate but just can’t limit himself to one
thought. I lingered, gazing out as the blackening clouds divided golden light
below from a rosy hue glowing above. Nothing is still. Nothing is static.
Only the Artist never changes. He is faithful and constant
and full of love, rejoicing in his creation. It’s amazing.
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