Monday, March 14, 2022

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Today's mosiac...photos from my archives

Welcome to Monday WRites # 340
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Clouds had always held a fascination for me. It became a natural pastime, looking up. From the window of a bus, window of a taxi, and that early morning; looking down from the aeroplane window. Seems windows always held clouds just for me.

So how then after he abandoned me, those clouds still held their magic? I should have be annoyed with all things so flirtatious.  And so it was that “I wandered lonely as a cloud” steeped in longing, questioning my worth. 

But no, those clouds drew me in, to a new sense of being. And years later hope opened its window to me, the beginning a new lesson in life. Lesson learned: I was always being loved by a higher thought. Worded by a higher command. That really i was never alone. How i love those giant puffy cumulus in azure sky.
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