You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. -Henry David Thoreau
Yesterday, I found the sky was grey; it wasn’t showing a “rainy” cloud, just simply cloudy which covered the luminescent, traces, and smell of sunlight. As though it mesmerized into my sadness that I had been feeling since I woke up. Seeing that, my aching heart was getting better because it accompanied me, accompanied my sadness. I Thanked God for that.
That was not the first time I felt that way about the universe, especially the sky, as though it came and joined my emotion. When that kind of feeling got me, I immortalized our togetherness with a picture. So, this is become another reason why I have so many pictures of them. I enjoyed their good company. People said that I was a dreamer type. But I said I just make a friend with the sky that loves to company me, company my emotion; when I am sad, exhausted, regret, happy, enjoy, relax, joy, and calm. So for me, every cloud has its story, I mean its story telling mine…
Sometimes I don’t need the sky to be colorful or bright and clear to cheer me up, grey is enough for me, in other way, simply being there is enough.
There was a time when I was feeling so exhausted. I got so much pressure and the tension so high. Everything went wrong. All the blame pointed at me. I was cornered. Alone. But, at my down time like that, on my way home, as I looked up at sky, I found this beautiful sketch, maybe it was painted especially for me. I guessed. I couldn’t resist the beautiful sky that God has painted. It reminded me that God never promised days always bright, but He just promised He always there for us when we feel trouble, fear, or weary just by asking. He never promised the way we live is always easy, but He promised, our trouble never be heavier than we could handle. Yes, he promised. Then I found tranquility and smiled again.
“Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I’ll work it out… -Dave Matthew-“
I wasn’t in trouble, not even in a bad mood. I had no problem. My works was doing well. I was just feeling alone that day. Alone. So when the sun almost vanished to the west, I decided to walk to chase away the loneliness. But, without realizing, its blue was substituted by this beautiful pink and my loneliness seemed nothing when I saw it.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. -Rabindranath Tagore-
The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy. -Uvavnuk
I never get tired of the blue sky. -Vincent van Gogh-
Blue is true color of the sky
So, what is your true color? Have you ever been tired of it?
Gray skies are just clouds passing over. -Anonymous
Mirth is like a flash of lightning that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity. -Joseph Addison
Now, if God made the clouds so beautiful, did He not mean us to gave upon them and be thankful for them? -Alfred Rowland
Those are my clouds and my sky story. How about you? Do they talk to? ^_^