Clouds

Earth Day clouds.

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

~ Richard Bach

Scattered across the sky.

This post is in response to Susannah Conway’s April Love 2018 prompt for today:  Clouds.  This was an easy one for me.  I take photographs of clouds all the time, especially since we moved to the Eastern Shore where the clouds come in all colors, shapes, and sizes.  That may be true of any place that I’ve lived, but I never paid much attention until we moved here and I could see the sky all stretched out over farm fields or the water of the ocean or bay.  Today’s images are from yesterday afternoon and this morning.  We’ve had a lot of high, mostly thin, clouds passing overhead.

Clouds over a field of wheat.

Clouds are the sky’s imagination. And their different shapes and colors are a fodder for our power of imagination. They are what we want them to be. Their gathering to cover the sun, and dispersing to uncover it again, is splendid to watch. There can’t be anything bad or sad about them. Watching them float by is a beautiful experience; and surely not a waste of time.

~ Terry Guillemets

High wisps of clouds.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

~ Rumi

White blazes across the sky.

Thank you for stopping by today.  The clouds might once again bring us an interesting and colorful sunset.  Let’s meet at the dock today.  Sunset is scheduled for 7:47 PM.  I’ll be there early just to enjoy the view before we lose the light.  It’s another warm day but a jacket would probably be a good idea since it’s so windy out by the water.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Waves in the sky.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  671)  Spending time with the clouds, watching them move and change and caress the sky.  672)  Spring colors.  673)  Morning yoga and meditation, and the gift of being present in my body (instead of floating among the clouds in my mind).  674)  The softness of cotton sheets that have been washed many times and are aging well.  675)  The intricacy of a blade of grass.

When Mother Nature paints the sky.