The approaching dawn once again found me, coffee in hand down by the bay standing in the lightest of air with a hint of salt in it. As sunrise drew near, clouds like the curtains of heaven slowly changed from crimson to the soft golds and blue of early morning. The music of Haydn's "Creation" playing in my mind described so beautifully the sky that was opening before me...
"The heavens are telling the glory of God,
The wonders of his work displays the firmament"
Based on Psalms 19.1
Based on Psalms 19.1
