October Clouds

This morning, at day break, I looked out to the east and saw this glorious sunrise...

Also this...

 

and this...

and this...

I couldn't stop staring at the beautiful heavens.


But the Painter of Skies was not finished crafting wispy, gold, lilac and azure beauty.

The evening brought this autumn surprise...

 and this...

 and this...

and for the finale, in the west, He painted this...

Quite the day of amazing clouds.

 The heavens declare the glory of God;
   the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
 

 Day after day they pour forth speech;
   night after night they reveal knowledge.
 

 They have no speech, they use no words;
   no sound is heard from them.
 

Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
   their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
 

It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
   like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
 

 It rises at one end of the heavens
   and makes its circuit to the other;
   nothing is deprived of its warmth.

(Psalm 19:1-6)