We stay running around just doing our jobs, paying our bills, raising our kids, complaining about policies, and pissing and moaning about things we can't control--nor would we do a good job of if did have control.

We've become so hopelessly obsessed and addicted to trying to obtain what's overpriced and unnecessary, we've both forgotten and have undervalued what's been provided to us freely.

We destroy ourselves to attain the luxurious, the exotic, and the glamorous.  Yet, every single day, without cessation, a unique painting is provided for us in the West's sky.  For, not only are they free of charge, but no single one is like the other.

That said, when was the last time you intentionally sat still and watched your sun sit, sir?  Tomorrow evening's atmospherical exhibit awaits and longs for your presence.

From the Soul,

📕““Epiphany #6: Painting in the West”” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.