Clouds drift like thoughts across the sky, each movement a breath that shifts the day. When they gather, they slow the traffic of goods, turning our routes into rivers that ebb and flow. When they break apart, the light streams back, speeding the flow, like a gentle gust nudging a leaf forward. Watching them, I feel the pulse of the world – a reminder that even in logistics, there’s a rhythm, a soft dance between sky and stone.

That sounds like a pretty neat idea—tracking the clouds so the numbers match the sky’s own timing. If the charts line up just right, the 12% cut could feel almost like a breeze guiding the whole route. Keep me posted on how the data shapes up.