Clouds
Monet and Turner

A sunrise cloud exhibition: Some of them Turner others Monet
It’s all in the various strata of weather, I believe. The colors.
These colors, though, they are beyond description. Shifting, alive, Monet and Turner one moment and that incredible artist as yet unnamed the next.
This sky is a hundred skies.
These clouds are from a hundred different families — some fat, some thin, some fast, some slow, some rising and leaving a trail of mist.
Sometimes you don’t trust your feet to find their way, so you stop and just sink upward into the amazing display — didn’t know God was an artist.
I wish I had a better sense, a better eye, for individual colors, but I’m accused by some to border on color blind. I’m not sure I’d go that far, but I cannot call the twenty different shades of lilac and name them all. That said, I am sufficiently color friendly to be taken by them and feel my heart move, even though don’t know the color’s name — heart-mover is as good a name as any.
And this morning, the sky is covered with heart-movers, the sun being just one of them.
© Wolfstuff
