I love watching the clouds in the afternoon
The liquid white shapes floating in the orange sky
And the sunbeams falling right through them in different directions
With every cloud silently and invisible touching the other
Flying, shining high above the ground
Carrying the sea over land and water
The fragrant taste of the rain as they burst out in tears
And droplets scattering all over the surface
I’m haunted, swallowed, obsessed by the beauty
In all of its forms, shapes and colors
I want to fly high and take one home
So I can float all day, anytime I want
— Me (via paper4wings)
South Beach
