|Posted by Conspiracy Cafe on June 28, 2020 at 11:00 AM|
June 27 at about 8 p.m. the sky was alive with a cloud show before the storm. As we go about our merry way, we seldom look up and see the beauty that unfolds before us. Here, at least, God is peering down upon us.
Here a pup resembling a fox is born and rears its head for but a fleeting glimpse.
The cat, perturbed, wanders slyly away before it is recognized. So is the mystery of life a mere shadow upon the land for such a finite duration that the eyes of God may behold lucid in life and extinguished by a swirling tempest of wind like its sky brethren. Enjoy the time as it unfolds for in an instant, the canvas has dried and the image is but a vague memory.