This morning as I looked around my world I gazed above and saw cloud formations that drew my camera lens towards them.
I saw wisps become feather like.
There were cross hairs within the formations.
Free wheeling strands became twirling pinwheels soon to disappear.
There I stood watching this miracle unfold wishing but that I had gossamer wings...
to soar upwards...
to glide within them...
to savor the peace and serenity...
to feel their moisture upon my face...
to play amongst them...
diving...
swirling...
becoming part of their mystifying dot in time...
