“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