Tumultuous skies…

clouds, Diary, I, Nature, sky, sun

I initially wrote tumultuous sky, however, there was more than one sky above me this morning, dark clouds, very interesting shapes forever changing, clear, dark, light, perhaps a prelude of stormy weather… The golden disc, giver of life, giver of death, struggling to appear behind the fighting clouds in a perpetual movement, bent in closing the fissures to the golden rays…

Peaks, valleys, a constant variation above me, far but near, the wind, sometimes gentle, on other roughly impatient, playing games with my senses and expectations.

A geography of the sky, complex, closed yet open, variable, reflections of my soul…