I love this piece by Paola A. Rosa-Aquino at Earther so, so much: There's a Lot More to Clouds Than Meets the Eye.
Just yesterday, I was waxing philosophical to Iain — again — about my love of clouds, and how I am always amazed and delighted by them.
They individually move and change and create and are filled with their own systems of energy like living beings, except they aren't living beings.
They are so vast, and I am so small — and yet I can contemplate them, and they cannot contemplate me.
They are, on some days, as compelling as any mountain peak, and yet they are not fixed, and can capture my gaze all over again just moments later.
I love looking at the clouds. Always have.
Always will.
[Related Reading: Head in the Clouds.]
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