The clouds ebb and flow, bouncing and tussling in the changeable breeze, indecisive today. The atmosphere keeps changing so nothing can settle, it's hard to put intention to definitive action. They jostle and tumble, trying to find a space of clear-headed focus instead of bumbling through thick-headed fog. The hours pass, their fogged sense of annoyance building.
Then, just when they think the day is written off, a stronger wind comes through and starts to allow deep blues to show through and give those bumbling puffs some space to show their distinct and beautiful colours. Who knew that all they needed was a breath of fresh air?