This morning as I opened the curtains with a soft whispered prayer that I might see a glorious dawn. The curtains opened, and yes, the dawn was magic. It occurred to me that the magic, beauty, and splendor of the dawn was the gift of the sun, but without the clouds the pallet would have been empty. The brilliance of the sun was and is magnificent. The splendor, however, is created by clouds. After the sunrise clouds can cause a frown or offer a portent of an incoming storm. The clouds offer a masterpiece of beauty or an absence or threat. Which perception would and do I choose to thrust upon the clouds regardless of the time of day?

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