Clouds remind me that magical things in life can come out of nowhere

I'm weirdly into clouds. I'm not a meteorologist or a climate scientist. I don't even know that much about clouds. I just really like them.

Whenever I'm outside or near a window, my eye is drawn up to the clouds overhead to watch their ever changing shapes. They morph and shift, billow and blow. They slide and rotate, they elongate and dissipate. One minute they look as if they could be grabbed; the next, they disappear into thin air.

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