From the foothills above the Danube, I watched the sky unfurl a tapestry of clouds, each tuft drifting west to east, just like the river beneath. The Danube divided Austria and Slovakia, but above, the clouds cared nothing for borders. Their patterns rippled across the sky, echoing the river’s flow, while bare branches below reached upward, tracing invisible lines of connection. In this moment, the beholder sensed the land’s unity—how sky, water, and earth wove together beyond human divisions. The clouds, wild and free, belonged to both sides, reminding all who looked up that nature’s boundaries were softer, more forgiving. Standing there, I felt the quiet truth: the river might divide, but the sky forever unites.