April 26, 2015
The clouds looked like hats today. Sundays like to boast about how relaxing they are, but not in an annoying way. They boast like this: by arranging the clouds like top hats, one in front of the other, like they're vying for your attention in the most polite manner. The rice fields below are so green and content, and birds keep diving into them then change course at the last minute and swoop up towards the blue, blue sky. One top-hat cloud was on this mountain and they both looked smug. Sundays boast like this. It's kind of nice.