I spy joy in a painted sky

Last week I had to walk out of the house and into the middle of the street to appreciate this amazing scene. And I mean I had to.  I was compelled to watch with awe the way this most unusual mix of clouds was lit up by the setting sun.  I have never seen anything like it.  Our neighbors from across the street came out to enjoy it, too. We stood together, called out by the brilliance of mother nature, watching until the colors faded to gray.

As I looked to the sky, I was reminded of how rich my life really is.  How rich we all are, to live on this earth, in this time, surrounded by beauty.  We have so much more than we know, so much more than we realize or acknowledge.  Until a night like this one, when we are so boldly reminded of the wealth and opulence that lies before us.