Have you ever noticed how some days are just good cloud days? Like God was tired of all clear blue skies and wanted some cotton candy tossed in? Today was one of those days. Morning, noon and night the clouds were a sight to behold.
I could have sat at the edge of this field and watched them all day.
I think this is my favorite.
Aren’t you glad that all days, and all clouds, aren’t the same?
So am I.