As the days are getting shorter, the day is now just dawning as I drive to the hospital in the morning. Pretty soon it'll be still dark. The other day the hues of dawn mixed with the array of colored trees, which was then muted by the misting fog rising from the Hudson River in the coolness of the morning. The color God had painted that morning was really just quite uniquely wonderful. I could not recall ever seeing a dawn quite like it before, and honestly don't ever expect to again. It left me thinking how thankful I am to not be a painter. Any attempt to recreate such perfectness would end in frustrated crumpled up pieces of paper. But since I'm not a painter. I just got to sit back and enjoy. Praise Jesus!
Hasta!
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