The Whispering Wind
Watching the clouds go by used to be a favourite thing to do as a kid. I’d lie in the grass surrounded by daisies and watch the clouds float by on a sea of deep blue, imagining what each one could look like.
It’s something I enjoy still, but tend not to lie in the grass because there seems to be a dog mess epidemic. Anyway, back to more pleasant things.
Watching the clouds and whisps and thinking of the promise of thunderstorms I was gvien some words;
Carrying messages on the whispering wind
The horizon is the horizon. It can draw near, or it can move away. It can provide a light show of wonder and promise.
The sky is constantly changing, just like the ocean.