Vertical clouds drawn down the middle of the sky stand out.  The streaks look out of place, laying in the opposite direction of all the horizontal clouds on every side. They form an image of a crown, with a translucent quality that appears temporary.  It's funny how we notice that which takes a different path, goes in a different direction, dares to stand out. Even if for a brief time, there is power in that difference.

When have you dared to be different, and gone in your own direction? What would happen if you did that now?