Everything was still.
Everything was active.
The breeze rustled the leaves.
A frog croaked from it's hidden space in the grass.
The smell of autumn hung in the air.
The feel of winter and summer mixed on my skin.
I felt as though I was witness to a frozen moment. A living picture. It was all alive and active, yet it was as though for one moment, one tiny moment, everything on the street had stopped, breathed and shone a moment of tribute to the One who had made them.
The Master Artist.
No painting by Monet, Van Gough, da Vinci, Renoir, Michelangelo or any of the other greats come close to the artistic perfection of that moment.
Sunset over the ocean continues to defy the greatest of artists, able to capture the colours, the shapes, but not the movement, the vibrancy.
Yet He painted them.
He paints the colours of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
He sculpts the leaves, the flowers, the trees, the mountains, the valleys, the rivers, the oceans, the stars.
The Universe dances to a tune so complicated that humanity can only crawl towards unraveling a tiny portion of it - and He wrote that tune.
The Law of Gravity... the Law of Relativity... a baby's first cry... the Chinook of Spring... DNA replication... supernovas... red dwarves... what the eye sees... what the eye does not see... and what is beyond our imagining...
All of it... all of it... His Creation on the Canvas of the Universe...
And I breathe in deeply, I smell cooking sausages, burnt rubber, the smell of freshly fallen rain, and I praise God for the Love and Care that went into the beautiful, wonderful, delicate, harmonic, intricacies of our world.
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