This
morning I was watching the clouds forming over Constantiaberg.
Warm moist air
rises and as it moves over the mountain top it meets the colder air giving
birth to a constant stream of clouds. Wild beings welling up into the morning
light.
Like a
silent movie of life, creating ever new and different forms: Cloud horses, wild
hair, filigree webs and white dragons. In essence they are only a few liters of
water, a billion droplets dispersed in the cold morning air. These forms are coming
to life between the polarity of warmth and cold, between dark shadow and
morning light.
Clouds coming
to life like myself coming to life again this morning.
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