Life is a game
As written by Fernando Pessoa in a beautiful poem, clouds are the interval between what we are and what we are not, between what we dream of being and what life has made us. That is why observing the scudding clouds from our rooms’ windows or while walking around the Dolomites, or even cycling on the passes when there is no traffic nor noise is a game bordering consciousness and dreams. Life is a game and these beautiful clouds are part of it. Real or imagined.