Have you ever watched fluffy clouds pass overhead and imagine shapes of animals dancing in the sky? My daughter and I still have fun seeing shapes in the clouds. We must have similar imaginations as we often agree on the ever changing menagerie that drifts by while my husband just shakes his head thinking we are a bit out there.
For the past several years, while sitting on the patio,
I see a recognizable shape in the trees…
(I bet you are shaking your head and rolling your eyes thinking this is a real stretch and this blogger would absolutely fail an inkblot test for psychological evaluation.)