I
thoroughly enjoy the mornings when the sky is filled with an abundance of
clouds in a myriad of shapes and sizes.
I love how they float together, changing their shape as they collide and
combine, forming new clouds. I love how
the texture can be imagined from the varying shades of grays and whites. They are like silent sentinels floating above
us, casting fleeting shadows, as they make their way across the unhindered blue
landscape above. No matter how many
times I see it, it is never the same from day to day.
There
is something so serene and peaceful watching the clouds move, seeing the sun’s
light cut through their softness and radiate its beams to the world below. And just when you think the sun will overtake
the clouds, because its brilliance can’t possibly be contained by masses of
floating water droplets, the clouds glide together, completely unfazed by the
light, and cover the sun in darkness. So
that their floating, hulking masses are rimmed in luminescent beauty.
I love getting to work early, so that I can
drive up to the top of our parking garage and watch the clouds perform their
dance without power lines, or buildings, or trees getting in the way. I get an unhindered view of God’s beauty at
work in the city. When the air is cool,
and the breeze is nice, I wish I could stay up there all day and just watch the
simplistic complexity play out before me.
