What we are will one day be clouds, and I don't mind.
This was taken on an apocalyptic evening while the nor'west wind flushed smoke from the fatal bushfires in Australia over the Southern Alps and onwards toward the Pacific. These were the colours of lives ending, but also a reminder that our materials are borrowed and eventually returned, that there is beauty in that endless cycle as well as agony and loss. What we are will one day be clouds, and I don't mind. Comments are closed.
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