. . . I didn't know if I would ever see this day, not if you had seen me two weeks earlier . . . but this is just an initial test posting . . . and so the rest of the story shall hang like this in the clouds for a while . . . waiting for me to catch up to it . . . clouds do that you know . . . move this way and that . . . and who knows how to ask for directions to a cloud . . . where it will be next and if it will even still exist as a cloud . . . or if it has transformed itself into raindrops or snowflakes . . . clouds are like that . . . and so are we. - Therese
