There are some moments when you just know that a seasonal tide is turning. It’s not often that they are capable of being recorded.
This morning, I stepped out of the house, carrying the recycling, to find the brightest, most energetic cloud I’ve seen for months. It was ‘climbing up’ the sky behind the larch trees and seemed to be accelerating in a way unrelated to the rest of the atmosphere.
We’ve had a week-long Arctic blast here in Cumbria. This northerly ‘spike’ made every day feel somehow still and frigid, requiring outer clothing that had already been stowed away for the warmer months.
But this cloud spoke of a change; a resurgent spring energy that would restore the balance.
Sometimes these things are fanciful. Sometimes not… To my accepting eyes the cloud wore the garment of the new, the restorative.
This time, I was lucky. I had the phone/camera…
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