“Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way”
[Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now]
Angel hair, the flowing clouds above. When light fragments clouds into streaming colors we are swept into the beauty of the universe.
“Clouds come floating into my life,” Rabindranath Tagore tells us, “no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to the sunset sky.”
Clouds bless us with beauty to see the truth of the day.