Clouds in the Night Sky

I find myself spending more and more time gazing at the sky. The mountains encircle the fields in layers, and from the ridges in any direction, clouds suddenly appear, flow, gather, and then disperse. It is a precious gift to be able to watch this from the yard of my writing studio. Not a single apartment building blocks the open view.

It feels like my own story. The clouds in the night sky from my writing studio are sometimes a work of art, breathtakingly beautiful and almost mystical. On a full moon night, the clouds drifting and swirling among the moon look like a watercolor painting. Beyond the mountain ridge, there is nothing but the moon and the clouds. Just staring at them brings peace to my heart.

Sky, Clouds, Peace