I watched how a strong wind dismantled a solid cloud and it was a great show.
Small pieces of cloud looked like they were dancing on the wind streams. So, I decided to share the show in the sky (10 shots).
I've said it before that we have had some weird cloud formations lately, and we love to see the shows such as this one. The seasons all seem to be shorter now, and it confuses not only the blossoms on some trees, but also the farmers with their crops. These new occurrences seem to be trying to disturb the many slow years of established growth, and it is a real headache. The question is when to do the planting of crops and the issue this time is that the normal rainfall is absent.
A rain sign also appeared earlier in the day, and we can only hope that the weatherman is correct by predicting rain in the next two days.
Silently the flowing cloud pieces travel across the sky and leave long trails flowing behind them. They almost sing a song that only nature can hear and understand. Now I am trying to be a bit poetic here, but that is also the influence that these flying clouds have on my mind. When the waves on the sea are topped by spray flying up, they call it white horses and the flowing clouds in here should maybe also be called flying cloud flowers in the sky. Makes sense, doesn't it?
Ever so slowly things started to become gradually darker.
Sadly, this was the best of a misty sun on show.
Peaceful when high and strong wind clothes itself with cloudy streams. And I have either read or heard someone say that an idea that is not clothed in action is like the wind, just an idea and nothing else. Just imagine how many ideas fly through one's mind every day, and they are all empty like the flowing clouds in the pictures, as tomorrow they will all be gone. We are thankful when we see scenes like this, even if we don't know how to interpret the messages that they are trying to send us.
Maybe they are not literal messages at all, but just ordinary cloud patterns that can be ascribed to the weather conditions, but we always like to think that they convey a message about life and not about the weather. Something like the sky is talking to us silently. Now that's just the roving spiritual section of my brain. Maybe we don't hear and see the messages as we have tuned out to the unseen and the seen distracts us. The answers are all around, and we need to be more awake to what is being whispered, or shouted, at us. Such is life.
I hope you enjoyed the pictures and the story.
Photos by Zac Smith. No AI and Photoshop. All-Rights-Reserved.
Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.
Until next time. Shalom!
