We all live under the sky but we are not concious of how much the sky is giving.
Ambiguous and timeless experiences with the sky place us on the silent threshold between reality and dreams.

It is never the same.
It is Nature’s poetry, and the most egalitarian of her displays, since everyone can have a fantastic view of them.
It is for dreamers and their contemplation benefits the soul.

“I love the clouds… the clouds that pass… up there… up there… the wonderful clouds!”
-The Stranger, Charles Baudelaire