Clouds shift and flow and move: the sky is never the same two seconds in a row.
As the sun moves, so the colours change and the interplay between the wind, the temperature and the sun create spectacles of infinite variety.
Clouds will form themselves into fantastic shapes, even for a second appearing to resemble an object from our world: a rabbit, a saucepan, a dragon or a heart.
Then they are gone, ever-changing, formless yet with form, solid yet fluid at once.
Clouds are natures poetry.
"Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty and live life with your head in the clouds"
| "Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky" ~~ Rabindranath Tagore
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