The sun set in the sky as fresh colors brushed upon an artist's canvas as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art - one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul. With the setting sun came a sky of fire, the orange of every wintry hearth. It was the battle cry to the gathering night, that the only achievement of darkness is to show starlight all the more clearly.
This wonderful spectacle came to the highlands as God's poetry, hues from the flame to heather told in soft rolling verse. With a flourish of romantic hand the sunset blossoms red and gold. As if God graffitied rainbow-flame upon the evening sky, the sunset came in its boldest blaze.
The cloudy night is a million promise notes of heaven's rain, each of them in graphite grey and etched upon the
