The Clouds Have Spoken

Blessed with a rooftop and an unobstructed view of sky, the blue stretch of heaven above me is transformed into a tableau of creatures whose stories are waiting to be told. Here are some select shots of these creatures, classified under what I call Cloud-scapes.

The Dancing Pair brought me into the ballroom where Beauty waltzes with the Beast towards the sunset under the loving gaze of the inconspicuous quarter moon.

Despite my complaints of  the intense heat of the midday sun, the transient form of a lion vaulting across the sky ushered in nostalgic memories of watching Voltron, Defender of the Universe.

Now that the most awaited season of the year is at hand, the presence of the burning light of an angel's fire reassured me that this may be one season worth remembering.

A blessed merry Christmas to each one of you...