The white, puffy clouds span the bright blue sky, filling
about half of the surface area of the dome above that surrounds everything
below. The masses are moving west, slowly. The same wind that carries the clouds
away blows through the trees near me, creating faint melodies by the leaves and
fruit mingling in the boughs. The clouds are mostly white, but areas of grey
give them a dimension that is imperceptible if one only glances at them. You
have to really look to try and understand their shape. From below, we can only
see a flat picture. By tracing the areas of grey and how the sun shines through
them, we can create a mental image that is truer to their nature. It takes me a
few minutes to really consider a cloud, and by the time I feel like I know it, it
has moved across the sky.
Good description of something we take for granted, a beautiful glimpse of sky. I liked your last lines, which reminded me of Joni Mitchell--you don't know you have until it's gone.
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