photo: summer cloud

Today I didn’t do nothing – I was busy watching the clouds float by, perfect white in perfect blue over a sea of perfect green. I think what makes a color perfect is life – or more fundamentally, the act of creation that is not finished in them. Everything we
create is finished without us – as soon as we stop “creating.” These colors I see today are never finished, and I can’t take my eyes off them, waiting to see what they’ll do next.