paloma | 21 | a mirror of my own reflection
its cloudy now
its cloudy now

its cloudy now

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

Rabindranath Tagore


one of the most awe-inspiring things that i find myself drawn to time and time again is the beauty of clouds.

convey the sense of vastness and majesty.

soft lines. subtle shading. darker shades of gray.

i imagine myself soaring high above them, feeling the wind rushing through my hair and the sun warming my skin. a reminder that there’s so much more to life than the small things that we often get caught up in.

peace. tranquility.

still. clouds are often dark.