There is a color that dances in the sky on certain mornings. It is an almost orange, soft peach with pure white sparkles. I would catch that color if I could. I would catch that color and paint every surface I could reach. It is an amazing color. It is rich and soft, an explosion of downy feathers. It is beautiful.
The serpent is beautiful. Its movements mirror water flowing. The scales shimmer with indescribable intricacies like diamonds and opals. It is silent. It appears and disappears in waves through grass or under twisted metal. Chains in my jewelry box lay carelessly dropped over one another like the snakes curled together in their dens. There is an unknown power that lies in the snake's belly. A frightening strength that rises up at will and strikes the unaware.
Beauty is strange concept. People can be beautiful inside or out or sometimes both. The same object can be seen as beautiful and horrible. The same words can dance with joy and sink in despair. Beauty comes in the morning. It rises in the clouds with that certain color painted miraculously across the sky. Beauty arises and shouts for our attention. It shouts out "Rejoice! The Lord our God is the Great I AM"
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