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I have a regular routine for the seemingly the same day over and over: by the afternoon I usually have finished much of the "business" of the day, so I sit and look out of my window. What often most catches my eye are the clouds: forming, fading away, reforming, wispy, puffy, every changing, moving into my field of view and out, sometimes lazily, sometimes brusquely. Sometimes they are dark and then lightning may flash. It can be quite a show. But when there is less drama the show is gentler and compared to the drama out in the rest of the world rather satisfying. I am reminded that as the Buddha so correctly taught, all is impermanence and this too will pass away. Even cacophonous politics. Say thanks for the clouds and for the eternal impermanence!