Nothing but blue skies did I see today. Beginning a long hike with my dog this afternoon, I noticed a lonely wisp of a cloud:
and was reminded of that Wordsworth poem, which I looked up after getting back home. The poem seemed even more appropriate afterwards, as it matched the mood of my hike through quiet hills, parks, playground fields.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
A gorgeous Southern California day, perfect for wandering.