“The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.”
“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”
“the deep, pure blue stirs on one’s lips a smile, innocent as itself; like the clouds over the sky, and, as it were, with them, happy memories pass in slow procession over the soul”
“Yes,” I said, looking back up as the sun settled into the sky, the red blooming from it like flower petals. “It has already begun.”
“After an orange cloud — formed as a result of a dust storm over the Sahara and caught up by air currents — reached the Philippines and settled there with rain, I understood that we are all sailing in the same boat.”
“Thank you for the sun you brought this morningeven though the sky was full of clouds.”