Awe

6:30, 23C,
Autumn is clearly in the morning air. Feel happy for finding no words to describe the sky now, other than chaotic beauty. Any description is so cheap but I can't help.
This summer is ending. Clouds in all colors and shapes are flowing north, like belt-conveyed cotton candies, toward the eye of the typhoon a thousand kilometers away.
The typhoon has strayed off Tokyo for Hokkaido and we had a little rain last night. It brought a brief respite to us in the midle of the boiling heat and disaster to western parts of Japan. Nature does not care our convenience. Its nonchalance is even irritating and exasperating. And, look, we have never, even once, conquered her and will never be able to. All we can do is live with her, and that's if she allows us to.
Clouds are breaking here and there. I find myself adrift in a thought. If nature were something we could fully control, possess, or conquer, where would we look to to find beauty? We will never really be awestruck by anything we can get our hands on or we can think of or imagine in our brain. There's only a razor-thin difference between awe and beauty, or most probably they are about the same feeling in different words. Then how about awe and dread?