In the Clouds

This morning as I savor the comforts of home, looking through the window, the clouds remind me of an M. C. Escher, but then they begin to take on their own shapes....a gargoyle with wings, a horse galloping, and then a crow flies by, his black wings against white wispy creatures and I think of the shapes in my life as I continue fitting them together. The clouds have shifted. Fluted flowers and wings; the breeze pushes through the open window motioning for me to take the hand of the winged Gargoyle, to ride out into the open space, to have no fear, to let go...pine and other trees in sight, they ground me and then the roar of a plane as it flies by in the distance and then the cars...I am at peace in the cloud castle.