The sky is a search for meaningful convergences that fail to meet our expectations.
It is a raft of momentous consequences that exceeds our need for explanations.
It is not made of concrete realities.
It is a corpus of ideal scenarios that undergo their selection process through the chaotic sub-streams of their influence in the interaction of the sky’s component parts.
Weather systems are not like trains that follow scheduled routes, appearing at points of predetermined arrival in the pursuit of occupying routine functions.
Weather conditions are random consequences of their power to act within routine measures.
They manufacture a diversity of possible outcomes from the grindstone of cause and effect.
The weather systems are proof of the efficacy of the theoretical disposition of mood-building effects.
A multitude of causes converge in the great mass of possible outcomes – lost potentials finding themselves in the crux of the moment and vying with others.
But not all of them will materialise as a defining factor of the prevailing weatherscape.
A totalitarian nightmare of crushing shades may evolve to consume the reactions of the spirit, or a wintery cascade of virile enchantments – the flush reds of the splayed eruptions of cumulus massifs.
Then, the reciprocal glow of Nature inside us formulates a projection of similar tendency that settles into a state of mind that, in itself, becomes a qualititive condition of existence – one that makes us feel.
These are moments of ecstatic prominence that, even after they have departed from us, never leave us from the core of our stored memories.