When I was ten years old, my mom told me that if she were a famous painter, she would only draw the sky, as it is never the same, so she could draw infinite paintings of it. Every time since I became a writer (I don't state it as a finished process, rather than a continuous decision I never gave up on), I looked at the sky every time when bored, trying to describe the unique shapes of clouds only with words. Only recently did I come to a naive conclusion that it was impossible, just as it is impossible to draw a sky that would constantly change, like in reality. There are still no words and no languages that could describe and reflect the mechanism of constant movement that clouds follow every single second. Moreover, there is a very subtle art of noticing a different thing every time you look at the sky - as if not only clouds but also your eyes change together with the course of the sun.
There is something very similar to our lives in the way the sky changes from the tender pink to rich blue over saturated burgundy in a short time of a few hours, but while the sun never fails to follow its orbit, its only possible path under a strict angle calculated by smart professors, clouds never follow these rules, and even when people learned how to describe and categorize them, as if they were mathematical formulas without a soul, clouds never lost what they had of rebellion and wildness. Sometimes I wonder if a knight in medieval ages, defending his town, saw the same crocodile as me two days ago in a soft bump of white air that happened to take the shape of something animated. I wonder if all people in this world have seen the same animals, faces, and shapes in the sky as I do, and what would be of this strange connected knowledge.
Every time that we are outside on a walk in a slightly cloudy day, and the time takes its pleasant soft shape of serenity and peacefulness, I never forget to ask my mom what does she see in the closest cloud to us. So far, she never gave me a single answer that would be identical to my observation. I think, this is the most beautiful thing in observing the clouds with someone.
