Clouds are so beautiful. My mother painted clouds often. As a family they were a road trip’s enjoyment.
But they are also often harbingers of things to come. Storms, for instance.
Right now the clouds are lying low… it poured yesterday. It will do so again.
The clouds of War seem to be gathering on the horizon. That’s frightening.
But clouds are things of great beauty. How do we reclaim the clouds for Peace? How do we claim the world for Peace.