I am lucky enough to be up in the morning when the sun rises, and my drive home from work allows me to enjoy the sunset.
It’s a daily occurrence, which will happen whether I am there to see it or not. It will happen even if it’s cloudy or raining.
When it’s clear, and I get to view a glorious sunrise or sunset, it always touches me in a 
spiritual way.
Scientists can give you the formulas and facts as to why the sky turns crimson, purple, and shades of orange. But facts can’t change that the sun’s beauty makes me wish with all my heart that I could paint. I’m not sure that even if I could I would be able to catch the true colors and formations.
But each time, it’s painted in my heart and my soul. No matter how tired I am, I have to stop and pause. And I feel touched.
The sky is the canvas, and God allows us to see the beauty of his paintings.
It is truly a very spiritual thing, and, as you pointed out, happens every day. Without fail. Something we can count on, or rather, something representative of THE ONE we can count on. Have a great day!
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Well said! And true!
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