I sit and gaze at the sky, with fluffy images floating by, ever-changing rearranging so relaxing to the eye. At times static pure white pillows bathed in brilliant sunlight, hang resting on an azure bed. Recovering from the drama they have fled.
The breeze changes tempo gloomy clouds collide till lightning strikes, thunder roars with the need to vent, rain falls to soak the land. I sit and gaze amazed at this theatre in the sky. Allowing me moments of relaxation and inner calm.
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