in the clouds

Often, when I travel, I study the clouds. Not because of the weather, but of natures dynamic and creativity. I learned this from the books by Rudolf Braunburg, the late German, writing airline captain. Clouds are magic. Seem soft but can can be destructive. When you fly and into them, first the edges caress the fuselage. But suddenly they shake the wings. Clouds can teach us about the insecurity of life, the variability and of beauty.

However I am always amazed when I ask people around me “if they saw”?, that very few actually look. They miss so much.

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