The sound of the clouds wandering along the horizon, going about their own lives. When they greet me in the morning and tuck me up me in the evening, that was the most beautiful sound in the world.
And when the clouds bid me farewell, there was the sun, warming me with her singing, like she warms the river and the stone.
At night, the moon conducted its stars, and together they created the most wonderful symphony.
They were my personal orchestra, accompanying me through sleepless times, until the clouds return from their wanderings and the curtain drew close.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
The sound of the clouds wandering along the horizon, going about their own lives. When they greet me in the morning and tuck me up me in the evening, that was the most beautiful sound in the world.
And when the clouds bid me farewell, there was the sun, warming me with her singing, like she warms the river and the stone.
At night, the moon conducted its stars, and together they created the most wonderful symphony.
They were my personal orchestra, accompanying me through sleepless times, until the clouds return from their wanderings and the curtain drew close.
