Whirlwind of Kleenex

I'm looking at the sky. The same "firmament" God created to separate the water below from the waters above. (Wasn't he smart? Imagine a world without any sky...) My trees stand out starkly against dark clouds with burnished yellow edges. And below that is blue reminiscent of a june morning. October is golden month. The wind rushes through me, both chilling and energizing at the same time.

"Praise God/ Creator of the visible light"