It is early May and I am walking in my backyard. The days are still cool, but not so cool that I can’t enjoy the breeze as it moves through the woods in its silent.progression towards nowhere. When I look up, I notice that the leaves on this and all of the other trees still haven’t made their annual pilgrimage to block the sky and provide comforting summer shade. Just out of reach of the trees are  the clouds. The branches grasp at them as they flow freely  with the breeze and offer promise for today and days to come.

Clouds