Along with fretting on the way up here, I noticed the cool cloud formations. It was a gorgeous sunny a.m. with one dark cloud on the horizon with a hole in the middle - the sun stream through with those God-like rays streaming out.
Why do we thing of God when we see things like that? Is it because we've seen art that portrays God and Jesus along with sun rays? Or do we still think of heaven as being above and from the sun? Those visions also make me think of my boy Patrick.
Watching the sun rise and set never gets old. When we were in Florida last month, we ran into a guy in the elevator with his fancy camera with a long lens. He had been on the beach photographing the sunset. I asked if it was a good one - he answered that it wasn't as good as the night before - evidently he took pics of it every night.
If one watches the beach at Marco you can see the groups gathering to watch the sunset. And we just sat in McFee's deck to watch a chilly sunset last Saturday night. But gorgeous nonetheless.
Something about it is reassuring. Time passes - we're still here. Sigh.
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