Watching Clouds

I have been noticing clouds lately.

That is to say, I have been paying attention to clouds in a deliberate way. Previously, they were background scenery. Now, they have become front and centre in my vision.

There is something beautiful about the transitory nature of clouds. They change from one minute to the next, merging and separating and taking on new forms with each gust of wind. Sometimes, they form row upon row of soft, wet furrows, as if someone plowed the sky with a cosmic blade. Sometimes, they form towers of grey cotton.

There is solace, I suppose, in their constant reinvention.