Scattered By High Winds

Scattered By High Winds

Now that the sun has risen into the sky, the clouds that remain turn white. In these winds they almost appear like daubs of paint thrown on a canvas, then scraped into a fading existence: no longer what once was but still struggling to maintain some semblance of what they might have been. In the wind we must all struggle to maintain some semblance of what was by always searching for what could be within those clouds —  scattered by high winds.