Sunday, 18 August 2013

On the Transience of the Painting of Distant Clouds on the Horizon

There are rare days, where clouds from far away
acquire a fixity about them, making
that picturesque landscape seem real, but not
as life, rather as art. And see the very
next morning: all of it has changed or gone.

Ah, Nature – you capricious, restive spirit.

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