Cloud Paintings

Today, the sky is an artist’s workshop. Puffy cumulus clouds pile up like cotton balls, while thin cirrus streaks brush across the blue like delicate strokes of white ink. Some clouds look like grazing sheep, others like ships sailing on an endless ocean. The sun peeks through occasionally, turning edges of clouds gold. It’s nature’s ever-changing masterpiece, never the same for more than a minute.

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