I've always thought people who pause to look up are onto something the rest of us are rushing past. There's a reason kids can stare at clouds for an hour and never get bored. You're reminding people that noticing what's overhead is its own kind of practice, and honestly, we could all use more of that.

I spent years in the shop before I realized how much the grain in a piece of walnut reminded me of clouds moving through Maine winter skies. You've got me thinking about the way rhythm shows up everywhere, whether it's in the sky overhead or the pattern in a piece of wood on the bench. There's something steadying about watching things that shift but still hold their shape.