16/12/2025
Just after 7 a.m., the sky looked like this.
My son Yaman looked up and said,
“It feels like a great painter passed away… and on the way to heaven, he painted this as his final goodbye.”
There’s a saying here:
Every morning is a gift.
Some mornings feel more like a message.
Maybe God lets beauty linger a little longer, so we remember where we’re heading, not just where we are.
