So, I'm driving to Mooresville this evening,

thinking, wow, those clouds are really pretty . . .

and then I look left . . .

stop the car . . .

and put on the hazard flashers . . .

And, then just a half-mile down the road,

turn around in a driveway so I can go back for this . . .

The way God takes the ordinary and makes it into art . . .

I forget to breathe.