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

“Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.”

“Oh, come forth into the storm and routAnd be my love in the rain.”

“It wasn't a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, "It looks like God barfed a rainbow.”

“Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires. Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the ground. Just before the sunset the red in the sky would deepen to the color of blood. I imagined the sky bleeding. I imagined the heavens suffering with us. To this day a red sunset reminds me of the bleeding sky of Auschwitz.”

“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”