he clouds they come. The clouds they go. Like incongruous puffs of marshmallows and cotton balls; distorted, divergent, disconnected. Forever morphing into shapes that tickle our imagination; awaken dreams past, and give pause to speculation of things to come.The clouds in Naples are that way. Showy, dashing, opulent; sometimes pompous and pretentious against a radiant blue sky. The ultimate in ever transforming illusions, beholding only to the whims of the wind.
Clouds are much like life.... forever changing, emotional; and sometimes quick to disappear. Just when you think you've figured them out, they fade into a whitewashed backdrop, void of character.
I've discovered that clouds really aren't all that mysterious. The mystery is in what they hide. The secrets concealed. Hidden away not by darkness but by covert guile; challenging our perception and giving whimsical fancy to our thoughts.
I think spending the day with clouds is often lost in a world too overburdened with survival to stop and enjoy the moment.
I think I'd enjoy spending the day with you, watching clouds, dreaming dreams and exploring possibilities. It sounds so yummy.
ReplyDelete'...it's life's illusions I recall, I really don't know clouds... at all."
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Beautiful Song by Joni Mitchell. You can hear it on my personal website at crackedrabbit.com
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