in Love The Cloudslast month (edited)

Sometimes the scattered little clouds form these white fields in the majestic blue high above my head ... so high that even the branches on the top of the trees can reach it ...

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... and I take a deep breath, hoping that this will calm the urge to fly or jump there somehow.

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These formations are called Cirrocumulus ... I think ... feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

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As always in these short ramblings between the sky and solid ground - the photographs are my work.


When I was a child my mother used to say that these formations and some others represented the souls of good people who reached heaven, if so, there are many, so as they say, there are more good people than bad ones.

Beautiful story :)