Clouds; colour

Approaching a junction, I looked up to the sky and saw a hole in the clouds unlike any I have seen before. I usually look up to the stone that must be at least a hundred years old: to the grey buildings – homes – in which I see so many stories. But today the blue sky and the white cloud stood out; the life of the city is made as much in Nature as it is in architecture.I was on my way to a coffee shop, one I frequent because every time I go it is quiet. Classical music plays in the background. I have been there enough times to know their playlist is limited, but I don’t mind. On the playlist is a rendition of one of my favourite songs from childhood, a song that introduced me to the idea of lightning bugs. Nature illuminates? Awe lives on through the decades.At a table close to the entrance, I saw the Great Wave; it was someone’s laptop cover. Now I see art wherever I go.Later in the day, while walking, I heard in the background a child say “why are we here?” to their parent,…