Before sunrise this morning, the sky was brilliant, and across the lake a few drops of rain teased the thirsty ground. To the south, a rainbow appeared, so I followed it and set up in front of Cookie's Restaurant to take a few pictures. In the western sky, rows of cotton ball clouds were tinged with pink. From the restaurant, I could hear the early breakfast crew exclaiming over the beauty, and before long, the intoxicating aroma of bacon drifted out on the breeze. The brilliance was short lived; by the time the sun appeared, the orange sky was replaced by a flat blue-gray, and the pink clouds and rainbow had faded away. If God can pack that much beauty into a small amount of time and space, imagine what He will do with eternity.