Kathy's niece took these pictures of boomers the other night west of Edmonton. Kathy and I talked about what we saw in the clouds. There is a lot in there and yesterday, as I walked, I understood clouds meaning something different during different seasons of life.
The spring of childhood,
Clouds were homes
My imagined friends
Came to life…
- Picture Enjoyment in Poetry (paulmwenelupembe.wordpress.com)