When I was a child I used to believe that the changing forms of the clouds out of my window reflected nature’s mood. I believed that nature, like people could feel sad and gloomy, cheerful and happy, or radiant and magic.
Now, after many years have past, and after living in many different places, I still love to witness those mystic changes of clouds through my window, that blur the distinction between reality and illusion. It is fascinating how can clouds bring forth the sweet melancholy of imagination.