I’m enamored with clouds as I consider the blue sky that’s always with us, and what floats and moves above, around, and through us.

In the book Where’d You go, Bernadette by Maria Semple, I read her description of the sky and clouds in Seattle.   

“The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky. Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggling cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold, pink, flesh, utterly cheesy in their luminosity. Gigantic puffy clouds, welcoming, forgiving, repeating infinitely across the horizon as if between mirrors; and slices of rain, pounding wet misery in the distance now, but soon on us, and in another part of the sky, a black stain, rainless.”

And on she goes … may we each do the same as we observe and reflect on movement above, around, in, through, and connecting us.