Not only the sky, but leaves, and people walking, kicking up the fallen
brown and red, raking them into piles.
The sun, at certain times of the day, rims everything and everyone
with dazzling gold that doesn't last.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal; but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Today there is low lying fog and I am full of doubts and sadness
as if the world should be crying but instead is obscuring
my distance vision as well as my clouded thoughts.
Matthew 6:19-21 NRSV The New Oxford Annotated Bible with The Apocrypha