Ponderings… Distant promises

I find myself looking at the clouds a lot during the summer months. Maybe it's the artist in me that relishes the shapes and depths and vibrant hues as the shapes climb across their vast blue canvas, but there is something quite stunning about the summer sky, and I'll admit, it enchants me. Sometimes the sky feels distant and cold, aloof and far away, and others it feels almost tangible, as if I could reach my hand out and trace patterns in the vapors, swirl them around perhaps. Each sky brings its own comfort, the distant clouds pulling my worries far away with them, reminding me that I am so very small in regards to the planet (and as such, so are my problems), and the closely looming ski