Cotton was inspired by this puffy cloud bank emerging in the evening sky. I snapped this photo and it sat for years in a folder before I finally discovered a suitable purpose for it. Indeed, this bank of clouds always reminded me of soft white cotton, but I wanted to express how these same pretty skies, these same gentle clouds can quickly become a raging torrent of rain and mayhem. This is also a metaphor for kind people who have abruptly lost their temper...

Be still and soft cloud, for you are the silence of a drifting feather. Be still and soft, let your mist sprinkle down from heaven. Don't rage like an infant storm, for your cotton is sweet, it is dreamy and fine like the simple touch of a maiden's silk.

Let your fury stand for another day, for your lightning is swift, it will find its deadly mark. Be not aggressive and temper your idle fury, for the essence of your poise remains, a delicate impression of nature and her gentle skin.

Be still and soft cloud, let your simmering breeze dance with angels. Look inward to reveal your spectral light, for your tender heart is but an echo of soft perfection, a sacred kiss from the deep blue depths of mighty yonder...