Days seem to slip into sunset so quickly now. The scene causes me to pause, breath deeply. I savor the final breaths of air that is alive. It reminds me that I'm alive, it reminds me of His Greatness. I worship in the painted shadows, the artist. The hands rolled back,and suddenly the chill is pushing, pushing to whisper of what is sure to come. The bleak, the cold will come, but I will worship Him in that place too, find it's beauty in the artist.
