I love how some clouds, just a rare few, seem to bloom outwards as the wind carries their draped edges out from a single epicenter, and the evening sunlight catches upon their ruffled edges and glows and dances, catching your attention and holding it despite the deep drama occurring throughout the rest of the wide expanse of sky as it meets the earth. These peculiar clouds seem to me as though God is playing and experimenting with textures and light, forming objects as unique, but common as those white, glowing seashells scattered along the edge of the sea.



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One Response to Grace

  1. Barbara says:

    That is so true, and sometimes we do not take the opportunity to appreciate them.

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