As I was wowed by this formation of fluffy clouds, I wondered what it would be like to walk down them, as if they were a road, and wondered if, with the right angelic feet, it might be like walking down a highway made of marshmallows; small round pillows of utter softness, springing slowly back up into wholeness as the impressions of weight were released.
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017