SThe shape of clouds. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The happy, sad, strange shape of the clouds.

Dear Self,

I don’t understand life.

It serves me up these equal measures of happiness, sadness, curiosity, distress, catastrophe, passion and challenge.

It is all so strange.

Sometimes trying to understand it feels like trying to understand the shapes of the clouds.

As far as I can see, clouds just are the way they are. All I can do is sit back and look at the shape and say…that’s it, that’s the happy, sad, strange shape of the clouds today.


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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

What is Dear Self all about?