I saw mist. I saw clouds. I saw sun this morning.
(I am reading a book which talks about seeing through the past and present life.)
I had a different feeling looking at the clouds, it seemed like they were telling me when something was right, it became wrong, and bad was good instead. Nothing remained as normal as we presume.
I saw mist in front of wind, and sun behind the clouds.
(I am reading a book: that is only the past, the present is the most important.)
One needs to take things easy.