The picture of a cloudy day, unpretentious treetops, and a white expanse of nothing. A simple palette and few expectations.
Sometimes I look for heaven past the treetops.
I could shut my eyes and envision the divine among those dreamy colors that shine through the back of our eyelids. But I don’t.
I picture heaven somewhere far, far up past those treetops, and the stars and planets, and past a vast emptiness that’s not ours to see.
It’s a cloudy day. The browns are browner. The greens didn’t bother to shine.
etikser 
Thank you. Clouds are so interesting
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They are. Thanks.
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A soulful post. Those clouds look wool stretched across the sky.
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Thank you. I like your description.
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Beautiful 💖
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Thank you.
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Beautiful clouds. I love the line, “a vast emptiness that’s not ours to see.”
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Thank you so much.
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So beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Lovely perspective.
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Thank you!
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