a cloud is always now

 awe.  wonder.  curiosity.

what is it we love?

i love clouds.  

i am four years old on an airplane for the first time with my mother seeing tops of clouds for the first time.

the picture of my mother, long curls down her back, as a young girl standing on a hill above the cloud line.

sitting in the school office dangling my legs waiting for mom to pick me up for something, turning the pages of a cloud book studying the atmosphere, learning words for formations:  cirrus, cumulous, stratus, nimbus.

mainly i love how a cloud is always now. 

what is it that you love?