"The clouds are ever improvising, but the culprit is the wind."

For just a brief moment, I saw a bird - a swallow, in fact - in the shape of the cloud.. By the time I put my camera up to capture it, the wind had all but torn it apart..

 

I don't blame the wind for it's destruction. After all, the shape was a creation of the wind in the first place. Like the idle hand of the artist, idly drawing sketches in the sand, and then wiping them away to clear the canvas for another shape..

Done