Whispering clouds settled into the valley’s of the autumn flanked hills. Even backed by a sky of gray, warm yellows and blistering oranges dotted the hillsides. Stepping across the curving slopes, wispy tails of clouds left their marks, settling low to the ground and so far away from their homes. The sky reached down and touched the earth this morning, blending the two into one. There was no separation of space, no line marking where one began and the other ended. For awhile, on a rainy, autumn morning, nature meshed leaving clouds among us.
I Wanna Be a Writer! 