When I was home on the plains in December, I drove west one evening to visit friends. As sundown approached I kept being distracted by the sky to the south. The way the clouds & horizon were, there was this vivid pink stripe, narrow and sharp. It was only there for a few minutes, then it was gone.
And soon enough we had another stunning sunset on our hands but I kept thinking about the stripe, and decided that’s one thing I love about the flat middle of nowhere: who even saw that? And yet there it was. God was just trying something different, and it was incredible. Mountains are permanent and incredible in their own way, but our plains sunsets are fleeting, the big sky always changing; a new wonder every day.