Moon, clouds and trees last night.
Sun is trying to come up.
Plane overhead in clouds.
Still a lot of clouds around.
Windy day. . .clouds and trees reflected.
Two squirrels, one goes south and. . .
. . .one goes East.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting, that a new world is born. ~ Anais Nin