Clouds
Monday, late morning blew me away. The clouds! It looked like I was on the other side of the Sierras, in Carson Valley, waiting to fly gliders in the mountain-generated wave. But I wasn't. I was along the San Francisco Bay, near home! That afternoon I rode bikes with my friend. It was cold and brisk, and the dramatic clouds were replaced by blue sky. Both Sides Now Judy Collins Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun they rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's cloud's illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels the dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real, I've looked at love that way But now it's just another