The clouds were playing tricks just after a brief rain. Glorious rain! The front range looked black, snuggled up against Mingus. And the clouds, they were in on the fun. I saw a face clear as the eyes on my head. It was there. Two eyes, a nose, and a hint of a mouth. Now I can only see the eye. Do you see it?

When we feel stuck, look at the sky.
The clouds remind us that everything changes.
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