I love clouds! And most of all, I love Bermuda summer clouds! I spend each evening watching the tall and stately procession of formations. They glide above the calm waters of the Great Sound like an armada of ships from times past.

Coloured by the setting sun, they reflect the passion in my heart for this far-flung island. Here I am in the cradle of the Atlantic Ocean, warmed by the aquamarine waters of the Gulf Stream, and surrounded by this procession of billowing masterpieces, each one unique and changing shape before my very eyes.

I am in love with this dreamlike symphony of breathtaking, magnificent, awe-inspiring clouds. They speak to me of purity and grandeur and I feel an inner delight at the sheer wonder of this marvellous world.

I have never seen anything like them. I stare at their graceful changes in the blessed silence of twilight until they vanish in the deep indigo of night and reveal the mystery of the stars.

Alluring, magical, airy, unreal, they call to me. They are floating far away, and I wish to fly to them, like the white longtails above me, soaring amid their fleecy softness until I am touched by the caress of summer rain.

When I look at them, I sometimes think about where they have come from and where they are heading. Sometimes, I want to stand on tiptoe and raise my arms higher just to be closer to them.

Snow-white, light, puffy and fluffy clouds make me think of the most delicious cotton candy from happy childhood. I just want to scoop this weightless, heavenly beauty up with my palms and give it to my friends as a special gift.

I never tire of taking pictures of clouds. A few days ago, I published a photo on social media of billowing silver clouds hanging over the still waters of Ely’s Harbour.

I asked my readers: “What picture do you see in the sky?”

We all see different things.

Anna: “I see the silhouettes of angels constantly caring for our needs. I feel interest, joy, trust, hope, excitement, admiration, warmth and silent pleasure. Most importantly, I feel a sense of belonging.”

Marilyn: “I saw the shape of Great Britain, twice! And I longed for my family.”

Elena: “I saw a couple as lovers and behind them their future child.”

Irina: “On the left I saw a young, innocent girl and in the middle a man, her father, who prays.”

Sophia: “I see the white dove of peace hovering in the sky, a swimming boy, and a baby bear clapping his hands with a dog wagging his tail. They all sit together and rejoice!”

Katia: “I see freedom!”

Almira: “Two strangers are walking irresistibly towards each other.”

Olga: “I see the smiling faces of faith, hope and love.”

When we were children, we lay down with our friends for hours on the grass looking up at the sky and argued endlessly about the shapes of the clouds: “No, It’s an elephant, not a boat! How can you not see it?”

Why is it that we eventually lose this wonderful ability to notice beauty in nature? Can’t we stop for a few minutes, empty our minds of the troubles that fill our days, and just look? Not the quick glance that says, “this is beautiful”, after which we proceed with our inner arguments.

No.

Look quietly and turn off your inner voice. Just stop for a while and watch this never-to- be-repeated work of art. It’s so simple, easy and free of charge. A moment of beauty can change your day.

•Nina London is a certified wellness and weight-management coach. Her mission is to support and inspire mature women to make positive changes in their body and mind. Share your inspirational stories with her at ninalondon.com