The changeability of clouds;
So full of sunrays
And failure.
Sometimes thunderous in applause,
However, mainly in rage.
They are immersive
But cannot be grasped.
They are not supposed to be.
They can often leave you lonely,
Lost in their fog,
But also, gentle and soothing
As you find your way.
🎨/📷 by Joan Miro, Composition, 1933