The skies were cloudless today. It made the journey insipid, for off late, they had been spectacularly beautiful. Quite a balm to the soulless, glass-fronted facades of our city. Rendering our dull grey roads and black cables beautiful with their vibrant blue and whiteness.
Their moods changed from dawn to dusk, but the enchantment remained constant. One minute there were sky blue fields with endless rows of white cotton, stretched across the horizon, and another, they turned into an artiste’s palette displaying all shades of blue and gray with just a hint of purple once in a way. They were mesmerising.
One ethereal morning the sun hid behind a grey and white expanse and still shone through, the light behind the darkness, steadily shining true.Gave a whole new meaning to silver linings and dark clouds.
On some days, they merely rolled in and thundered…in a blue-purple haze of a
celestial mountain range, on others they descended menacingly grey and low and
soaked us to the core.
An exquisite sunset with a hint of amber brought to mind a chance quote I stumbled upon….
The clouds gave me such joy that it was impossible to think of them as dark anymore. Anything but.