Cartography of Vapor

The clouds remember nothing of their shape— a mountain melts to wing, to ship, to hand erased by wind before we name them whole.

I trace their cartography with eyes, drawing borders on wind, charting empires that dissolve before the map is ever finished.

This is the art of watching what won't stay: the careful attention to the fleeting, the love of things that leave their form and ask us simply to see them go.

Above, the sky writes and erases its own history in vapor and forgetting.