Nicole Page-Smith, "Clouded with thoughts", photographs and writing
Clouds descend when it rains
The heavens meet in the clouds and unite, there. Skies float from the light of the blue sky into the night and the stars are awakened. Planets and the moon rise to lighten the darkened night. The clouds drift seeming to race across the moon drifting from the darkness to light, the moon waxes and wanes, drifting behind the trees. Trees ascend upwards towards the night sky and appear to grow in the starlight. Flowers are always bursting open at dawn as though the stars talked to the moon. The sunrise has the stars put to bed as the day rises for another day of the Sun meeting the heavens in the sky. We embrace the earthshine of the day as the heavens speak to the angels in the clouds. Clouds of angels ascending to the heavens descend light, the light of God. We burn a candle in remembrance of loved ones. Clouds of tears descend with the rain but the light of the spirit remains as though it were the light of clouds. Clouds descend when it rains.
