When Storms Become Color

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

The shift happens quietly. A cloud that once meant trouble, that made you check the forecast, eventually teaches you something else: it can simply be there, doing nothing but existing against the light. This is not optimism. It is noticing what remains after you stop demanding that everything serve your comfort. A storm passes. What's left is still a cloud, but now you see it differently because you've learned to stop bracing.