The wind, the playful wind, hurls sea gulls in erratic flights, adorns the sky with children's kites, and wondrous, cloudy palimpsest – kaleidoscopic ink blot test of fantasy.
I was married to a woman who decorated the house with butterflies, something about "Butterflies are free." The philosophy was supposed to be "If you love something let it go free. If it comes back to you, love it forever." She just never could get the philosophy straight.