I waited. I thought I might be late, but I waited.
Waited in a line for the bus that would take me to work.
And as I waited I noticed the clouds. Long rows of white woolliness tracking slowly across the soft blue expanse.
I saw their shape and watched them move, gently carried.
As the bus pulled up I realised that these moments had been transformed from waiting to watching wonder.
And my soul was at rest.
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