Today I took a walk in the woods. The clouds lazed about the piercing blue of the sky, hiding the sun. Squirrels chittered their warning to the trees, here she comes with her dogs. The small little daisies and the spring phlox waved their greetings to the bees. Come here they sang, come here! The tough skin of the trees looked even more bark-ish, ominous, almost, like little hands were going to grab us within the shade of the clouds. Today I took a walk in the woods, and my imagination was bright in the shade of the clouds.
