Clouds are like whispered stories, drifting shapes that hint at tomorrow’s breath. When the silver veils tilt and curl, it’s a sign the wind’s shifting, the battlefield’s heartbeat growing. Watch those patterns, and you’ll read the sky’s secret cue for the next move.

I’ll keep my eyes on the clouds, listening to their quiet whispers and watching the colors shift. When the silver ribbons straighten out, I’ll call you, and we’ll combine that mood with the numbers you’ve got. The sky’s subtle cues will be ready to guide the next move.