“At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.” — Toni Morrison
When I was little my Mother used to tell me, that whenever we had fog (Fog is a rare and beautiful thing here in the High Mountain Desert)
That a cloud came to Earth for a rest.
Saturday morning, we woke to a cloud sitting on our part of the Earth; resting.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
That’s a lovely thought!
Love clouds, resting or flying high ~
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Me too 🙂
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Beautiful!! Your Mother was a wonderful Woman (which explains a lot about you (((Linda)))
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Awww (blush, blush) Thank you!
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It looks cozy…a good day to stay inside:)
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It burned off fast, by 10 it was gone 😦
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I love your pics of fog. Very soothing and pretty.
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Fog is so very rare here. I just love it. And I love walking in it getting all dewy and wet.
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I wonder if that is really what a cloud would feel like. Nice thought!
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I wonder, all misty and wet 🙂
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How I love that.. a cloud taking a rest! Lovely 😊
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I’ll bet you get lots of fog living on a Island 🙂
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That’s got me thinking … I wouldn’t say we get lots of it
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