Above the Clouds 

From my window seat, the sky revealed eight moods at once.

A golden glow of sunlight piercing through thick cumulus towers, wisps of white drifting in serene silence, and storm clouds brooding with shadow and weight. There was the delicate haze where sky and light seemed to merge, the horizon brushed in rose and amber as the day surrendered to evening, and the striking contrast of yellows and blues.  Sunrays fanned out from the clouds in radiant streams, flooding the earth with light, while the clouds themselves seemed to swim across a boundless blue sea, one even taking the clever shape of a fox keeping watch.

Together, they wove themselves into a single, breathtaking view.