Clouds

So the sun was setting over the West Hills, right? But just above it were all of these clouds. And you know, usually, clouds don't look that great.

But these, man, these were great clouds. I mean, they didn't just take the gold glow of the sun, they transformed it into something more, fuller and more tangible. They turned into giant cotton balls spun with gold. And within each of these cloud, a bit of the sky had been stolen, and so inside each one was a mix of blue and gold and beautiful hues never thought before.

All this week its been like this. Perfect afternoon sky, the sun is going down, the clouds giving it more life than it had ever intended on this day.

And then I realized that people are sorta like clouds. They may bring about the rain, and sometimes cover the earth with a dark, dreary presence, but when something amazing happens...

That's when they shine.