Clouds are simply beautiful, beautiful creations. They pass by without so much as a sound, sometimes a simple wisp and sometimes they mass together creating devastating storms. They contain unlimited diversity, no clouds I have seen as ever been the same as the last. It is truly amazing to witness them every single day, or on some days hardly at all.
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the clouds. How they can be a simple blob in the sky, but if you look at it from just the right angle, you can see a lion or maybe even the wing of an angel. Or how it can go from clear skies to a roaring thunderstorm, nothing beats watching a thunderstorm crawl over the horizon. Clouds are so beautiful and just perfect.
How wonderful it would be if one could just float up and join the clouds. To be as free as a bird, soaring high on the winds while looking down at the world far, far below. Imagine being able to see clouds from such a personal perspective, and running your hands through them. Oh how wonderful the sunsets would be from that angle, no airplane, no kind of technology keep you aloft. Just you and the clouds.
They symbolize such freedom. But also such a temporary and beautiful life. Here one minute and gone the next, fleeting. They flow across the sky from one horizon line to the other before disappearing from sight or dissipating. I hope I will always be transfixed by clouds, my camera roll is most likely eighty percent pictures of clouds in some way or another. They hold a special place in my heart and I wanted to share that with you. What do the clouds look like where you are? Have you ever really noticed?
Until Next Time,