fluffy flowing spread –
packed fibers of nice floating,
suspended in space…
A few weeks ago while leaving a gas station, I looked up and spotted these awesome clouds. It just happened that the sun peeked through the sign just in time. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I never tire of looking up at the clouds. May sound unusual, but I don’t mind a cloudy sky. It’s like a painting on a blue canvas. It’s difficult to believe this painting is made of ice and water droplets.