this {picture} will remain

I was up all night but the morning meetings had yet to begin there was barely enough time to rest my eyes staring at the clock wishing it would roll back wards instead of steadily forward afraid to sleep past the alarm, rest never came
I found myself rushing out the door  again kicking myself for being short on time and hating the feeling that brings every time every.time there's just not enough time in the day
racing.pacing.plotting her course body hurting, mind tired, exhaustedly questioning my agenda
and then the light caught my eye grumblings ceased as a I reached for my camera the first shot was missed, I had barely a minute to spare, but I made it count circled around and found the horizon again 

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim His handiwork.
{Psalm 19:1}

#nofilter this is as much justice as a picture can give to a breathtaking morning
I could fill albums with the pictures I've taken with one hand on the wheel  and the other hand holding my camera  I could dedicate a entire volume just to the masterpieces created by light and clouds
this morning  even for just the briefest pause of a moment in an otherwise jaggedly scheduled day
 I stopped. 
I paused for a few breaths and drank in the sunshine I smiled at the clouds I felt the warmth of the blazing hot August morning drift in through the open windows
the rest of my day, it crumbled it was interrupted sleep hurried phone calls political debates passionate arguments about what is fundamentally right staunch debate about who's going to be the right person to carry that message  who will lead us collectively, consciously, honestly
in a few years,  all the words I expelled today, all the opinions, all the worry and stress they will be nothing but a memory
but this picture will remain