A Bird's Eye View

One of the more beautiful things is to see the sky as it opens up after a big rainstorm. I love watching the clouds as they start to seperate and to see the start to stream through the breaking clouds. It's even more beautiful if it's along the water. There's something about when the sky and the water are both kinda grayish dismal colors and then they both gradually start to turn blue. And then the waves which are at first crashing quite roughly gradually slow down their pace.

In a way it reminds me of Maine, there was nothing more beautiful then everyday first thing in the morning going to watch the fog and the mist lift over the rocks. I never thought I would find fog and mist beautiful, but just like sunshine it has it's own beauty. It's just proves that everything in nature has it's own unique beauty to it. At the end of the afternoon it was just as beautiful to sit on the rocks and watch the fog and the mist return. I've never seen anything quite like the way the waves crashing against to rocks would sorta swirl together with the mist and just become this gray blur. And it was beautiful to watch the clouds in the sky seperate from big gray masses to white puffy clouds in the morning. Then in the late after they would change from white puffy marshmellow looking clouds to a dark gray mist. What is with me with the clouds, I can't figure it out. Now today I'm really blogging about clouds and I don't use a silver font go figure. Anyway I never would have thought something gray could be so absolutely beautiful. Before that I always assumed gray meant dull and dismal. Ever since I went to Maine I don't think of gray clouds the same.