Look up ! Into the clouds

On the very first day, I realized what I’m going to love about Florida, it is not the people, it is not the weather, of course it is not the work. It is the clouds of Florida.

  The clouds in Florida are like fluffy white cotton candy balls held from an enormous blue hanger of sky. Shape shifting polar bears roaming so close to the ground, so close that you can almost touch it with your bare hands.  At times they are scary, the times when they feel like  monstrous white cloth waiting to engulf your tiny being. See the first photo, don't they look like a monster?

  Some of the clouds are angry, and they cry aloud with tantrums– it rains with thunderstorms and lightening. Once they stop crying, they become as white as dove in a blue field. Some of them turn red  and pink with the mood of the sun at dawn and dusk. The cloud in the second photo might have been in a romantic mood, blushing in baby pink.

Of course not everyone enjoys cloud watching or appreciate it,I did n’t enjoy gazing at the clouds for more than a quarter of a century, I did n’t even know that it could be a serious hobby. Is there something called a serious hobby in the first place? 

There is always atime and place for everything, after all appreciation is just an extension of your life experience, the reflection of your perceptions. Why don’t you look up into the clouds next time you are out in the streets?