There’s something about clouds. A cloud can be so magnificent and large, so tiny and humble. How is that so? That they take on character and shapes to match. One time I laid in the field with Noah. For 30 minutes at least. And we watched the clouds. I expected to watch them roll across the sky. But as we watched them slowly stroll along – they suddenly just dissipated into thin air. It took me by surprise.
One of my most favorite things in the world, is when you can see the shadow of clouds on rolling green hills. There’s something magical about that to me. Every time I see it I wish I could lay there, on that hill. Watching the clouds roll by, or puff away.
Standing under the shadow of clouds.