You were beautiful this morning, with your red, orange, and yellows just before you peeked your head over the mountain to see if the rest of the world was ready for you. The sky with its sleepy blues and awake soft greens accented your mediums well, as God with his paint brush merged your skyline, creating a beautiful portrait. I am amazed how the three of you work so well together to orchestrate a masterpiece everyday. Your guest artists, cloud and fog, add elements of reflection nicely to your artwork. And the chasing game you play with the moon, I wonder how you feel when it plays hide and seek with you every so many days. You on one end of the earth and the moon on the polar opposite fading, as though the Master paints it out of picture once you rise higher. Each day I’m in awe. I look forward to see what tomorrow brings, until then I bid you adieu.