RE: Small white Spots On a Blue Sky / Love The Clouds

I saw the photos—absolutely breathtaking. The sky wasn’t just a backdrop; it was alive, shifting, rewriting itself with every gust of wind. Those clouds—some like ripped cotton, others like fleeting giants dissolving into the blue—pulled me in completely. The way the light cut through them, turning the ocean into a mirror for all that chaos and calm… I could’ve stared for hours.
Two days ago, this same stretch of beach was all bruised purples and angry grays. But today? Pure magic. That’s the thing about the sky—it doesn’t hold grudges. Every photo in this community (shoutout to Tobetada and the dreamers who keep it alive) proves it. If I had to rate them? 10/10, no question. Not because they’re flawless, but because they’re real. They’re proof that if you just look up, the world will stun you.