Driving to the camp this morning, and these shadows kept crossing the highway and passing over the van. It's a sunny day and there's clouds everywhere, moving through the sky like the children of Israel through the wilderness. I couldn't help but find it funny, watching these shadows move with the wind. Sometimes it even looked like they were racing us from overhead. And they moved fast, but we were faster. Every time.
Clouds fascinate me.
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