This morning the sun seemed to melt across the sky.
I think of those who might speculate why the clouds look the way they do. I know about the weather patterns behind the shapes, flows, and streaks too.
Sometimes I just want to enjoy the soft, blurry streaks without reason. Today was that day.
A reminder to breath out too. Flow with it, if that makes sense.
Even when the sticky stuff gets in the way.
Wind Kisses, Donna