Clouds of possibilities.
Possibilities emerge like a mirage in the distance.
Hazy,
Intangible,
Imaginary.
Small,
Wispy clouds scattered on the horizon.
Nebulous patterns engulfed by pastel swathes.
Indescribable.
Are they even there?
Now I see them.
Clouds with stealthily moving shadows.
Whose distinct shapes are seen and noticed.
Morphing across the sky.
With the strengthening wind they swirl.
Pieces from other places.
Progressively becoming larger.
More defined.
Some provide rejuvenating rain.
Others shade to soften the sun.
Some glide past momentarily.
Quickly transforming.
A straight beauty across the sky for admirers.
Clouds of possibilities becoming opportunities.
Water vapour evolving mysteriously into clouds.
And then disappearing.