The winds are the true artists in nature, as they constantly change their paintings. I so wish that I could paint but have accepted that it's not to be. Should I have been able to paint, I would have a

The skies and the clouds were a feast for the eyes alongside the misty mountains.

Have you ever shoveled chicken poop in the middle of a snow cloud? If not, then that's great!  It doesn't sound that fun, and the task itself really isn't, but mounds of chicken poop shouldn't take away