Clouds.

I always liked clouds.  Especially puffy, cotton-like clouds (known as cumulus clouds).

When the pandemic hit last year, everything grounded to a halt.

As restrictions began to ease, I got more opportunities to take walks and explore local parks and open spaces in a socially distanced way. And I remembered how much I like looking at the skies.

And clouds.

I think looking at vast space in front of me always reminds me of the bigger world out there.  It always helps to put things in some perspective.

And you don’t know what kind of clouds you might get on a given day — perhaps a fitting metaphor for life.

Photos:

These are some ‘sky’ photographs I’ve taken over the past year.

Togetherness. (These appeared to be Cirrocumulus clouds).

 

Mystifying.  A fog is also a type of low-lying clouds.

 

Journey. And Glow (Growth).

 

Calm.

 

“Pending – can’t see ahead”.  Pretty snow.

 

Messy. (Altocumulus clouds)

 

Multi-layered. There’s more than meets the eye.

 

Acceptance.

 

Nooooooo.

 

Hopeful.

 

Confusion.

 

Imagination!

 

Reflection.

 

Rumination.

 

Vibrancy.

 

Simplicity.  Beauty.

 

Awe-inspiring.

 

Peace.

 

Living. (Cirrus clouds)

 

I know it might seem odd to some to muse about clouds on a travel blog, but there will be plenty of time for me to write about travel later.

Today, I just want to acknowledge what a challenging year it had been for everyone.  And I find that clouds are the perfect metaphor — from cloudy to the mundane to awe-inspiring.

For those who had a rough year, have faith.  Clouds are always moving, always changing.

In some ways, it’s all very fitting for today:

Winter had left its mark, and Spring has officially arrived.