I often wonder if I absorbed the disintegrated, evaporated particles of our fears could I float, perhaps beyond the stratosphere. Could I reflect and refract, changing reality of our existence in hues of burning oranges and somber blues. Would I brave the danger, the innate sense of impending nature, when the weight of the worlds sorrows becomes far too many and fade away under rolling thunder.
I spent around 10 hours on planes today and I’m slightly obsessed with clouds and looking out the window when flying …
I could do it all day… They are beautiful!
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Thanks for reading! I agree, in my exhausted state I wondered if cloud photographers are a thing.
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I am sure they are, or is? Hmmm lol
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Nice
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Thank you!
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Btw, my middle name’s not “changing”… 😏
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Of course not, your middle name has 4 letters 🤭
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Boom
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