Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Clouds. We see faces in them, flowers, animals, dreams. I’ve always wanted to walk in them. Whenever I fly, I’m hard-pressed to stay in my seat. I’d much rather be wandering the skyscape I see below me, exploring its mountains, roaming its tracks.
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them. ~Leonard Louis Levinson
It’s wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky. Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth’s refreshed by frequent showers.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed.
~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? By th’ mass and ’tis, like a camel indeed. Methinks it is like a weasel. It is backed like a weasel. Or like a whale. Very like a whale.
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
~Henry David Thoreau