The clouds pill like lint in a beloved sweater, gathering to indicate the locations of comfort and lived axis. Scattered across the expanse their pagination shifts from a deep blue to grey to peach to butter yellow. How wondrous Your displays Oh Lord, how vast Your palette, how diverse Your imagination. As water meets sky, the viewers eye is drawn to the meeting of heaven and earth in the distance – a thin place, the veil if not torn then certainly translucent in its holiness.