Even though the sun is out, and the sky is blue, life seems cloudy these days. There are so many topics I want to write about, but I am precluded from doing so, at least for now.
The clouds of oppression and fear block out the golden rays of freedom.
Excitement must be tempered with common sense and caution.
Observing the fine line between excitement and terror, a fine line indeed.
Eventually the sun will burn away the clouds and all will be forgiven.
Black to gray to red to orange to yellow to blue
But for now, it is cloudy. 
It is quiet.
Fortunately, one of my favorite George Winston songs turns the clouds into mere whisps.
Cloudy Today, from the Forest CD.
Thanks, George
A Simple, Village Undertaker 