clouds from an airplane - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Beneath the cloud is a shadow of Scottish hills, soft like sage. Though them morning is walking on, the valleys appear to slumber beneath the white.
Clouds rise as soft mountain peaks, topography impossible for any would-be climber. Yet what is challenging with pick axe and boots is simple for the dreamer.
Clouds lie as numerous as pebbles on a beach, small and heaped in chaotic ways. Above is a drifting mist, thin, oddly transparent, like a half erased footprint in sand.
Fragments of cloud scatter the ocean, as if painted by an artistic hand - delicate inflections of the brush spreading white over blue.
As the morning light becomes more brilliant, clouds shine like nascent snow, stretching to the horizon.
Where ocean meets sky a hazy pink band separates the delicate hues, as if mother nature were rebelling against the endless blue, adding the colour of blushed petals.
The clouds move constantly, flowing as sheets hundreds of feet apart, yet giving the appearance of one dense layer from the land below.
Sometimes dense cloud sits over the water like sky-bound icebergs as cracked and rigid as the Canadian mountains of only a few hours before. Other times the white is almost uniform and the blue shines through like rivers through snow.
As the wing sliced through the clouds, Sara tried to see the remaining fragments. Clouds pooled around the great mountains, slightly changing from pearl white to a calm yellow, warmly glowing in the summer sunshine.