Once there was a friendly temporary mass of vapours (my definition of a cloud).
It crossed my path the other day, or I did its.
It seemed to follow me around. Or I did it. We had a nice walk.
lt made me pay attention to the sky more because I never knew where it would show itself next. It knew exactly where I was though.
And in the end every cloud looked like my friend.
Photo: © signature mmm
And today, today it’s extremely windy, the sky is barely visible, our yucca tree is down (luckily it’s in a pot), ficus is still holding but not for long, and yet the wind is almost warm. Our kind of winter. “Everything is temporary anyway.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Temporary