It was cold, wet, and overcast all day yesterday, and on this morning’s walk we saw that the last few clouds were being swept away, leaving a powder blue sky behind. Low on the southern horizon the delicate wisps of clouds looked intentionally placed, as if The Great Artist had decided that the canvas called for a few deft, gray brushstrokes in the air in order to frame and complete the scene.
As we walked the high-altitude wind continued to work on the cloud shards, pushing them eastward and shredding them at the same time. Five minutes later, the delicate brushstrokes were gone.
Cloud formations teach you to enjoy the moment.