The clouds were *not* lonely and he could have done a lot more of the waxing on eloquently about clouds rather than daffodils- which are pretty flowers all said and done.
I’m sure I usually drive my co-passengers a bit batty with the clicking sounds from my camera or my mobile, but something comes over me when I see clouds. The poofier the better.
It’s a privilege really, to be soaring in the skies and seeing everything be so close and yet so far away.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 