the clouds of my island.

My love for clouds is infinite. Ever since I was a child, I have always had an inexplicable fascination for these floating wonders of the sky. Every time I look up and see a cloud, my heart fills with joy and wonder.

Clouds are like giant paintbrushes that paint the canvas of the sky with unique shapes and colours. They can be soft and fluffy, like candyfloss, or dense and menacing, foreshadowing an impending storm. I love watching them move slowly, changing shape and creating an ever-evolving visual spectacle.

In addition to their aesthetic beauty, clouds soothe me. Watching them float freely in the sky makes me feel connected to something bigger than myself. They remind me of the vastness of the universe and the transience of human life. They inspire me to live in the present and to appreciate each moment as if it were unique.

My love for clouds is not limited to a specific type. I admire both high, fluffy clouds and low, grey clouds. Each has its own personality and captivates me in different ways. High clouds make me daydream, imagining figures and landscapes in their changing shapes. Low clouds envelop me in a sense of mystery and invite me to reflect on the ephemeral nature of life.

On sunny days, when the sky is clear and without a single cloud, I feel a little sad. But even then, I know that the clouds will appear again, bringing with them their magic and charm.

My love for clouds is a constant reminder of the beauty and diversity of the world around us. They teach me to appreciate the ephemeral and to find joy in the simplest things. Every time I see a cloud, I am grateful to have the opportunity to witness its fleeting passage across the sky and to witness its impact on my heart and soul.