Cornish clotted cream clouds.

Clouds of effervescing sunshine billowing on the breeze.

The rich scent of freshly furrowed soil, and freshly spent rain clouds.

Newborn buds reaching skyward, suckling on the sunshine.

The wind is blowing, whipping up a gale outside, pushing through the cracks,
permeating the very bones of our little house.

Slowly shifting cotton clouds, and a solitary bird on budding branches.

A slice of sunset beneath inky clouds.