The Heavens

A small caravan of clouds travels through a golden desert on a journey to a place called night. Each one weary from the heat of day, but hopeful for the gentle breeze to offer a little push to a place where the sky turns pink. Their shadows mirror across a breaking shoreline where children play and seagulls swoop. And I understand a little more fully Psalm 19:1, "The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship."