watching fast moving clouds
I have never seen clouds move this fast.
as if they are in a death to the loser race.
If today was a movie I would suspect someone used A.I.
but this is mother nature, the elements, God’s hand.
These clouds are purposefully moving to the northeast.
in clusters of grays and pristine whites, a tinge of pink.
working my imagination into a frenzy.
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