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?
What troubles you today? Allow the winds of your mind to blow them free. Black clouds dominating. Winds intensifying. Waves growing. Yet in the nature of chaosis a tranquillity for the brave to discover. A thousand whispers carried on the windbecome the choir of heavenserenading troubles from the mind.