I find them to be very compelling. They can be so beautiful, but also so menacing. When a storm is on the horizon, the clouds let you know. If a little warmth is needed, the clouds will part and let the sun do its thing.
It’s almost as if the clouds can sense what I need even before I do.
Lately, I’ve been pausing often on my runs to take pictures of the clouds. I’ve been noticing them more, and I’m not quite sure what that means.
Maybe I’ve been holed up at The House in the Hill for so long that I welcome any kind of company during my morning exercise.
Perhaps since I have more time on my hands, I’m taking advantage of those moments to better observe the world around me.
Or maybe there are just more clouds.
The sky has been so blue that it’s made the clouds stand out even more. Some people say that they can see familiar shapes when they look at the clouds, but all I see are interesting patches of white on a gorgeous blue background.
If I’m tired, I might think of them as big, fluffy pillows on a comfy blue bedspread.
The clouds have become a much needed distraction. There’s always so much on my mind when I run, but lately, I’ve just wanted to clear my head when I’m on the road.
I wasn’t going to write for the blog this weekend. The world is just too hard to understand these days, and it doesn’t feel right to try to come up with a witty way to comment on it.
I’m also not in the mood for anyone to attack me should I share my opinion on any number of controversial topics that I could address.
But I didn’t want to ignore my blog, or worry my loyal readers if I didn’t post something for an extended period.
So I thought I’d blog about clouds.
Yesterday, I sat out on the porch for the longest time and just stared up at the sky. For some reason, I flashed back to when we’d first moved to California. J and I went for a walk one night and tried to look at the stars, but we couldn’t see them because of all the smog.
We knew that the stars were there, but not being able to see them gave me, and my runaway writer’s imagination, a moment of panic.
Those moments of panic seem to creep up on me much more frequently lately. Luckily, the clouds have always been there for me when I looked skyward for peace.
Maybe more people should look at the clouds. It couldn’t possibly make anything worse.
Give the clouds a chance, but be patient because change takes time…