Do you think some Clown is up there, blowing little puffs to form cute whimsical cloudpictures?
I once stood, next in line, at school, to a girl who was gifted with a lovely, clear, musical voice, & she sang softly of 'CloudBoats' .
I was captivated by her song, & searched until I found the words, tune, & a singer of that song. I have never forgotten the song, nor the words, nor Betty's beautiful clear young voice, singing that song.
I think of Betty each time I see the Cloudboats. I can still hear her clear beautiful, in-tune voice, singing. Her blonde plaits, which I used to watch her mother forming, in the mornings before we left to walk to school. Her lovely, tall, frame, swinging along the path to the school. So seemingly confident, of what we might encounter, on our journey to the school.
How I admired her. How I envied her! Her 2 older brothers who were never handsome, in the traditional way.
One had ears that were so large, they could double for wings, it was felt!!Her gorgeous baby sister, who was all blond, curls, dimples, & pretty roundedness.
We lost touch, as young school friends do. I often think of her, & the wonderful warm, mornings I spent in her house, waiting for her mother to complete the plaiting of her hair.
Listening to the brothers bickering, the mother scalding, but gently, absently.
The baby Annabelle crying for attention. Rarely though, she had a sunny disposition, & all who met her were enchanted.
I fear I am living in the past! Far too much.
I am dwelling on the future, & find myself dreaming of my death, & passing from this life.
I don't think it is about to happen. Hell, no one gets off that easy!!
The Black Dog has a grip.
The bodylanguage of dejection invites further depression. I try to fight it, to 'spring' into the day.
I find a further 'wart' on my little dog Honey. I fear for her.
Both dogs have had ear infections, so we are treating those... much to Leo's disgust!!
Honey is very accepting & resigned. She probably realises the relief she gets.
John Denver, Sweet Surrender.