A massive abundance on a gentle breeze. Oh, how the clouds seem to move with ease. Smooth and certain across the sky. A visual feast for a hungry eye.
Thick grey centres, with edges soft and unkempt. Oh, to be in that world of which I’ve only dreamt. To feel the cool wetness I imagine I’d feel If I could break gravity, and be in the clouds for real.
Coffee on the balcony, Staring at the sky. Maybe I should share some thoughts. Chose, “why not”, over “why”.