Pictures, patterns, stories in the sky. Flights of fantasy floating up high. Covering the Earth in a pillowy shroud. What do you see in the soul of a cloud? When you stare into a cloud, what parts of you are reflected back?
Drifting floating across an ocean of green, rolling, undulating, flowing, beneath the endless blue. Soft like a velvet blanket. Endless beyond the dreams. How can you relax more than you are?