According to Buddha

In one of my former lives I was a cloud. The cloud had a nice time in the sky, travelling around and looking down. A cloud is sometimes transformed into rain, and when the rain comes, the cloud isn’t scared to death. The cloud knows that the rain is something very exciting too. So, instead of crying, the cloud begins to sing and becomes the rain falling on fields and into the rivers.

but hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
and hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i’m under

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random Canadian air iPhoneography shots ~ by Hedy Bach ~ 2015.