When I was a child, I loved laying in the grass looking up at the sky . . . I thought of who else, in some distant place, might be sharing it with me. Birds flew about tweeting and I wondered what they said.. When clouds came in, I thought not of storms but of the interesting shapes . . . “that one looks like a bear!” Even when it rained, I loved watching the droplets bounce off surfaces looking like tiny mirrors reflecting a world that fascinated me.
Clouds over my head
Gentle wisps of change
By Martha L Shaw – © 1-145-2015