Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing
Puffy clouds
Sunshine and birds keep gliding on the air pockets up into the sky. The sunshine reflects the light of air bubbles and wind where clouds are air, full of water, pregnant with rain, the kaleidoscope of light is the spectrum we see. Light, clouds and thinking persist with the sunshine. Clouds and light drift along in wispy streams through the sky, drifting, drifting and catching the light, the water reflects what the clouds long to be, water, again. Oh, the watery ache of the clouds. The joy of the birds in the sunshine out ways all pain as they ride the air pockets to the sky. To be a bird.
Flying through the sky you feel bird where you should be cloud, drifting. The clouds drift. Do we fly like the birds? Clouds fly through your mind and your thoughts drift like the birds, flying. On really windy days the trees fly around blowing every last leaf to the ground and litter the footpath with twigs and branches. The island weather is perpetual fog, cloud and rain with storms battering the earth then, blowing out to sea. Birds fly to the mountains for protection and forest birds stay in their trees. Clouds of thought fly up the mountains with the birds like you are drifting on a glider, in reverse. If we could only fly like the birds.
Clouded with thoughts and thinking of birds in the forest, the birds chirp loudly as you walk through but there are no other animals. Clouds think with thoughts of thought bubbles in the sky. The thoughts blow off with a windy day. Puffy clouds.
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