There’s a certain kind of cloud I admire. It’s bold freezing cold and seething hot. But it’s mostly cold I think. The hotness is just an illusion created by the fleeting glimpse of Sun’s last rays. And I put on my Ban Rays to write this. Feeling that much cool.

It’s not easy finding winter in spring, almost summer. But I had a theory recently that you don’t have to travel far to find exotic places and vistas. In an effort to excercise my creative muscle, I think that I found some winter.

I like the winter time, it’s even my favorite at times. Most of all it’s because it’s a time when family comes together, in a traditional way, not that it matters. Because it’s also my birthday then.

Traditionally, again, being late for this challenge it isn’t easy to find winter when summer is here. But in this effort to make a good photo challenge I will catch up, I found winter and cold at the same place. Both are water elements. So they go hand in hand.

First comes winter, the eerie messenger. Vane, roads, bone marrow. But it’s just an abstract memory now. The smell of a warm home. The tightening and waiting. Messenger of death.

Since winter has passed. A new winter is coming, and what remains of the old one is now turned to water. Water turned to cloud. And a certain kind of cloud it is in wintertime. Even when it’s May.