This morning the sun seemed to melt across the sky. 

I think of those who might speculate why the clouds look the way they do. I know about the weather patterns behind the shapes, flows, and streaks too. 

Sometimes I just want to enjoy the soft, blurry streaks without reason.  Today was that day.

A reminder to breath out too.  Flow with it, if that makes sense.

Even when the sticky stuff gets in the way.  

Wind Kisses, Donna