Clouds always make me think about time and change. They're so fleeting. By the time you've pointed it out to your friend you can't even be sure that what you saw in it is still there, and by the time you explain it to them it probably won't be. Isn't it strange how quickly things pass before you when you're not paying attention, but as soon as you have a goal, something to look forward to, time seems to slow. Instead of seeing sand pour through your fingers, you can see it pass through grain by grain. Maybe time isn't as objective as they say. Maybe time is spiteful. Maybe time slows down because it thinks at those times we are most interesting. I don't know... maybe I just feel the need to blame someone.
In other news: what strange weather we've being having in Melbourne!