Clouds.
What are they?
Agglomerates of water particles wandering off the atmosphere. They float in midair, waiting to clash with other clouds, waiting to become what they will become. Deep down, they’re made of water. Their essence is being transformed.
These majestic clouds are like signposts to becoming who we would like to be, people more attentive to the astounding natural world.
Paying more attention to the marvels of nature means also to become more attentive to what we are underneath.
This attention requires to be patient and calm, qualities that we lose too often while we're busy running everyday errands.
Crossing a vast territory on foot is like participating in the grand movement of the universe, three miles an hour.
The speed of our thought could be somewhere there, not far from our pace, and walking slowly we allow some intuitions to resurface in our conscious mind.
Why not?
Humans have evolved in the course of hundreds of thousands of years walking from one place to another. Step after step, our expanding brain was getting more and more used to process the elements of landscape.
Maybe that’s why our hearts fill with pleasure when we walk and observe things around us moving slowly as we pass.
Like the clouds in the sky, drifting and clashing. Vapour here, water there, they change shape, disappear and reappear somewhere else.
Every step is a slow up and down, a disappearing and reappearing, an act of faith, a play of clouds in the sky.
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