Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
Many years ago, I woke up to an amazing sight:
Fields and fields
Of foamy clouds in the sky!
I had to stop and talk to those clouds
For a very long time.
(All photos from my archive of 2010.)
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Sometimes, you are privileged to see something so spectacular that it takes your breath away. (And makes you miss your bus to work.)
The sky hangs so low that you can reach up and pluck a cloudy fruit.
Its silken canopy lies reflectively in the serene waters.
Sometimes the view is so perfect that there are no words to describe it.
You just have to stand still and drink it all in.
After all, there will be other buses, but this fragile beauty is a gift.
Click each photo to see the sky in its full glory.
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