Today is a blustery day. Not the kind of day one would wish to become a bird for the first time ever and attempt to navigate around. It seems to me that flying for a bird in this sort of weather is something one must have been some time in training for, meaning if one wished to truly become a bird for the first time ever it might be a good idea to choose a day with much less wind.

All though I must say the birds who do fly around on this sort of day make it look easy but I am sure it is the same as one who watches a guitar legend and thinks, "Yes playing that instrument looks easy enough, I shall pick one up and start tomorrow." Finding that when the purchase is complete and they are back home ready to rock out as they say, that skill and training are indeed needed to even form a single chord.

So while I watch the birds flying today I do so with the respect of a fan listening to one of their favorite musical legends. Having little fantasies about myself skimming through the skies letting the drafts of air soar me here and there.

There are other things in the sky this day Leaves for instance. The ones finally freed from their tomb of ice and snow now dried out and blowing here and there or the occasional Leaf which held on with courage and strength all winter long now in the end being evicted for this years new line to come. A line I might add that has not changed much in thousands of years. Though I am not one to complain to the research and design team which came up With the leaves around here. They did a superb job and if the model still works why change it?

My favorite of all things blowing around this blustery day of course are Clouds. Clouds to me always look the most happy on a day like this. The sky is blue and there is enough room for the clouds to wander across the sky and take any shape they so wish to take, without the annoyance of dark brooding clumps of storm clouds making it hard to get a decent shape in edge wise. No today must be a Cloud's holiday for they just seem so happy changing into which ever form suits their mood at the time they change into it. For instance there was just a cloud which started off when I first looked at it as the Star of David. Then it changed into a Indian Arrow Head, you know the ones made of flint and expertly chipped away until you are left with a marvelously worked object for hunting or other needs, needs I do not wish to get into here. As it skimmed across the sky though, it changed from an arrow head into a chicken. It was rather puzzling to me at first. I thought, "This cloud must be suffering from some type of attention deficit disorder." I mean, I can see getting an arrow head out of a Star of David they are both basically pointy but a chicken from and arrowhead? One of these things is definitely not the same as the others. I realized something at that point. Clouds are not like us two legged people jumbling around on the surface of Earth. Clouds do not suffer from anything. They just are and happy to be what they are. They are not encumbered by what they are suppose to be or should be. They just be, to put it in a rather uncouth manor. Realizing this I decided that I was never getting the proper enjoyment of my beloved Clouds as I should have been getting all these years. From now on I will just enjoy the Clouds for what they are and be happy with that.

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