How can this be summer? This evening I should be seeing clear blue sky, on the edge between evening and night. The air should be light and the type of warm that still has the sliver of breeze to set goosebumps raising up and down my arms.
However, with the fifty shades of cloud and the just-over-gentle breeze, this evening really sums up British weather. I still love it. With my hair blowing into my face, and everything moving in the wind, my head is cleared momentarily by the worries and the strifes of life. All that matters is the beautiful music flowing into my ears and the peace in my heart.
Right now, I really do believe that "In the morning, I'll rise", and that every irritation, problem and stress will be forgotten when the bright, happy sunlight creeps onto my pillow in the wake of a new day.
Here comes the moon shyly hiding behind the thick clouds, only showing its radiant beauty in the blink of an eye, so fast that you might miss it if you're not looking up.
As the clouds move to their next destination, I can see how they might represent how life changes and moves, that we can never really hold onto a moment, because its already gone, just like we cannot hold onto a cloud; it just slips right through our fingers.
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