...its canvas was the sky, and its paint was the clouds.
Look as much as I can every day at the sky, it never ceases to amaze me. But every now and then some really special views appear. This was such a day. A strong wind was blowing up high, and it was a hot day below. Our temperatures are now starting to climb, and the summer season is knocking on the door. So, no more leg cramps in bed on the cold nights, as we have packed the warm blankets away.
Now it's the turn of the summer rains to start falling in the other provinces behind our mountain range, and further up north. We have a Mediterranean climate and winter rains, and it's amazing to think that we are divided by the mountain range where all other provinces are summer rainfall areas. That's just the way of things.
I think that the wind will be very happy that I show its artworks to the Hive members across the world. It certainly deserves it, as I think that the wind paintings are all top class. There is no one that can paint like nature in my mind, and I see many beautiful show photos of nature in the communities here. The skies can certainly set one's imagination alight.
Thank you