Please, Take some time and come fly with me, soaring through the clouds and feel the mist of them collecting on hands and face. To the spaces between the clouds let us float in the air and dry by the suns rays. The ocean of the sky holds the freedom and the view to have a chance to see the few beautiful things that are hidden in valleys and outreaching mountains.

Finding the wonderful creatures of myth and fantasy do exist in the shape of the clouds. The creations of minds and hands turn the shapeless clouds into the dreams only found on sunny hill sides. Places where the kites fly and the children dance to the music of the birds of song. The woofs and pants of dogs playing catch, as happy as one fur critter could be and is shown through the swaying tail that is not stoppable.

Days when the chickens clucks and the roosters caw are songs to be enjoyed. The meows are calling out for the pets and the purrs of happiness is as loud as a tweeting bird. The payment to see such things are simple and cheep, just a bit of your time so that it can show you the world as it can be. Kind and honest, fruitful in the heart and mind if one were to listen. The kites sing with the winds breath, the songs of animals fill the air along side the cheers of a mouse finding leftovers of the random picnics. Just because the happiness we all seek is really just on a grassy hill side.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.