Cloud – E
I like clouds. There is something magical about them. They move with grace…they come in all shapes and sizes…they are stormy or light…they spark our childlike imaginations…they reflect beautiful color….they provide shade on a sunny day. We can’t hold them but we can look at them in awe and wonder.
I call my apartment in the city “the cloud.” Because it is my oasis in the sky – 12 floors up. It is my place to dream, to relax, to feel safe. Many of us picture heaven in the clouds, with gleaming pearly gates. Some people see clouds as cotton candy, fluffy and sweet. Clouds can be art – like a swift stroke of a painters brush. But most of all, clouds are a phoenix of nature – ever rising, ever flying – showering the earth.
Cloud-eeee.
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