Last night, I sat upon my moms bench. Like I do most every day/night. A place of great reflection and appreciation of things I love.
Clouds fascinate me.
I love watching them travel and morph. My favorite are the lofty powder puff kind.
The clouds are different north of the river. They are closer. I don't care what anybody says, I know what I see.
You can almost reach out and touch the clouds. Almost.
I frequently say, we are a little closer to heaven.
a slightly different photo than above
There is a new song and artist on the radio that resonates with me. So Many Skies by Caroline Jones featuring Matthew Ramsey (Old Dominion lead singer) with Zac Brown playing some amazing guitar. SO much talent intertwined with a powerful lyric.
If this is all too mushy for you, than perhaps you will enjoy the last few sunset clouds marching off to whereversville.
Before the end of the sunset, I went out on our deck for a wider view. Wow.
backlit clouds, facing south
My phone turned the powder puff clouds a fake orange. They were actually a brilliant glowing light yellowish white.
I sat on our deck, and turned my thoughts back towards the West. Mesmerized by the evolving rays. Brad was watching TV inside the house, while I watched a spectacular show outside our house.
I wonder who was beamed up?