Is it just me or do the clouds look different than when I was a little boy in Concord California? I can remember these huge beautiful puffy white clouds that would just sort of ease their way from one side of the sky to the other. They would often take other forms like dragons, birds, animals or other mysterious shapes seemingly transforming right before my eyes. They were beautiful. They were way up there. High, high above. They were a source of certainty, a part of the world, or so it seemed. Read more »

Posted: July 6th, 2008 under Reflections.
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