The rains have come and the world has burst forth in all its luscious abundance.
Even the Ash trees have finally woken up and found their green.
The sky is immense, Magnificent in its array of cloud formations.
A spit of darkest grey slides across the white expanse
And the last rays of evening backlight beatific pink cloud-mountains.
I am transported to the red earth of the Native American people
sounding out the heartbeat of the Earth.
Time and space dissolve in the blink of an eye.
The following morning my good friend posts this picture of her own cloud gazing the previous evening.