Cloud travels.

To me, it has become more and more evident, that nature has always understood our greatest dilemmas. We find watching clouds an unpredictable task because they never stop transforming, moving and changing; in a sense, they never give up. Not in darkness, not in daylight; they’re far more persistent than we ever were. Their purpose is served, regardless of the weather; because the fact is, they are the weather.

It seems that, sometimes, the title of ‘human’ gets in the path of our humanity. That our condition of ‘fallen’ blocks our vision for the future. It seems to me that if a simple cloud, crawling its way across the winter skies above me, can handle the elements,

then I should be more than capable.