If you can, please ignore the storesfronts and the streetlamps and the pedantic clumbsiness of this photograph.
Instead, if you will, notice the beam of sunlight streaking between those two banks of clouds, like a pillar of energy. As if God had taken a magnifying glass and aimed it between the edges of two worlds. Guiding something powerful upward, toward Him.
This is for you, Sweet Renee. May God's guiding hand find you and give you peace. I will miss you.