Whilst on the drive back from our mad dash out to town, Paul and I couldn’t help but to notice the beautiful cloud formations which seemed to be blanketing the combe. It looked as if winter had rolled in and the hillsides were snuggling under a duvet of thick, fluffy cloud cover for warmth.
Do you ever take the time to look at the clouds and to make shapes or patterns from them? I could spend hours looking up into the sky making out all kinds of shapes, animals, patterns all kinds of fluffy wonders.
It sure is chilly out and I’m sure that it wont be too long before the clouds are replaced by snow. I love looking out at the dusty, white hilltops on a cold, winters day. Winter is wondrous as nature never fails to wow me.
“Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
He goes, then it goes and
Kiss the violets as they’re waking up
Leave me with your Borneo
I said, “Leave me the way I was before”
Cloud On My Tongue – Tori Amos