CLOUDSTROKES

At the wisp end of a blue windy day like this, as we fall into the shadow of the mountains there is still a big blue bowl of sunlit sky arcing all the way from here to everywhere, mountain-edged in all directions... The winds are high up there too, painting the bowl with cloudstrokes in the traditional style just before the stars shine through... There are images of the windblown hair of gods, curling silver dragons, leaping salmon, tails of white horses performing tirelessly for whoever pauses in the midst of life to admire the once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece on today's ceiling, before the entire universe appears.