Clouds move, carried by the wind. The winds that drive clouds include great currents generated by the Earth’s rotation, as well as irregular flows created near the ground. In their movement, one can see the interplay of fate and chance within our lives.

Clouds consist of countless tiny droplets of water and ice, and are one state in which water circulates on Earth. In the same way, all life is constantly changing, destined to be born and to die — our own lives, too, are part of this larger flow of history.

From above these drifting clouds, I imagine children who dwell in a realm separate from reality — a place like a dream, a divine or sacred domain. These children, residing in the depths of consciousness, quietly watch over our fates and the unfolding of chance, gently drawing close to our hearts.