Hi, On the way to work today the mostly blue sky held some fluffy little clouds that here and there would spill their shadows on the road. It was amazing how fast they moved across the road. I tried to catch some, run under their shadows but they were gone about as quickly as I could spot one.
On occasion one crossed over me as I was at first in a sunny spot. I was and am amazed that the wind is moving them so fast. Sometimes think what it would be like to be in a balloon flying across the sky like the clouds…
There is a poem by A.A. Milne Spring morning… enjoy
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow —
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow —
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You’d sail on water as blue as air,
And you’d see me here in the fields and say:
“Doesn’t the sky look green today?”
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
“It’s awful fun to be born at all.”
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
“We do have beautiful things to do.”
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You’d say to the wind when it took you away:
“That’s where I wanted to go today!”
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow —
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.
God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2010
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