Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen. ~ Bob Dylan
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~ Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
I love clouds. When I was a little girl I would walk into our front garden, lie on the grass, and watch the clouds go by for hours…. yes, literally – and no, I was really not a strange kid….. at least, I did not think so! 🙂
I loved to watch the clouds as they would morph from one shape into another. I loved to see the direction the wind blew them. I loved to see them move so quickly I could not envision anything other than the clouds they were, or so slowly that I could create stories with the animals I saw frolicking in the sky.
Now I have the pleasure of sharing my love of clouds with my daughters… they now gaze at the sky with me and tell me what they see in that world in the sky above. A world full of animals, knights and princesses floating above us.
Today, 121 days ’til 40, I pause and take note of the beauty in the sky above.