“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
~Henry David Thoreau
The clouds looked beautiful yesterday and my love for “Puffy’s” remains. I was with Mom as I took this picture. It didn’t take but a minute as I felt myself drifting, dreaming of past times visiting the Vortex, lying on my back on nothing but my hiking towel, while starring into the sky, talking to the clouds. Watching their ever-changing shapes glide across the horizon, taking on new silhouette’s in the changing atmosphere. Flexible they stretched across the horizon, little shapeshifters, adapting to whatever came their way. Gaining in size or getting smaller, or breaking off into individual Puffy’s all together. Have you ever dreamed with and talked to the clouds? Here is your reminder if you have and your dare to get out there if you haven’t. Give yourself the gift of 30 minutes to an hour and let the stress melt away. Tell it to the clouds, they are sure to keep your dreams floating.