God paints with passion and colors like I can't even dream of.
He paints and paints and paints his heart out. The whole expanse of the sky is filled up with his imaginings.
He swirls the colors and gets them just right as they slide to different shades under his hand.
And then it goes all inky dark.
"That was fun," he must remark.
(Photo taken as we drove home yesterday evening from the Tarangire National Park. We were zooming along at a good clip and I had to roll down the window and get blown wildly as I turned around in my seat, cramped somewhat by my seatbelt, and pointed the lens at the masterpiece behind us.)