clouds from an airplane - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Beneath the cloud is a promise of Scottish hills, soft as sage, regal as heather. Though them morning is walking on, valleys awakening to the fresh day.
Sometimes dense cloud sits over the water as sky-bound palace, as that of the Empress of the Never Ending Story. Other times the white is almost uniform with spring-melt streams.
The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one layer below.
Where ocean meets sky a hazy pink band joins the blues, as if mother nature needed to add a blush of petal-hue.
Clouds rest as as pebbles upon Brighton beach, pretty in their positive chaos, both in congregations and solo spots. Above is a mist that sails onward, as transparent as a bridal veil.
As the morning light becomes more brilliant, clouds are snowfield white.
Fragments of cloud adorn the ocean, as if placed by artistic hand - gentle inflections of the brush spreading this bright white upon the blue.
Clouds rise as mountain peaks, a topography impossible for any would-be climber. Yet what is challenging with pick axe and boots is simple for the dreamer.