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Last night on my way home from a consultation I saw the reddest of suns lower in the sky and exit stage West.

“I know the Creator,” I smiled, and thanked Him for the beauty of the sunset. But I was driving, wanted to get home soon so didn’t take a picture.

A few minutes later, travelling North along WI 75, the now-absent sun began to play with the clouds, changing their colors for them. I had to stop for this.

The mosquitoes loved that they had unexpected company, but I didn’t stay long, just long enough to capture this view before the sky called it a day.

Driving on, the thought came to me:

“Even when God’s painting somewhere else

and uses your western sky for His palette

— it’s pretty.”

…and I know the Artist.

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