White sheep, white sheep on a blue hill When the wind stops you all stand still. When the wind blows you walk away slow. White sheep, white sheep Where do you go?
- Children's nursery song
I still think of those old lyrics when I see a flock of clouds like this pass by overhead. Seen from above, each one has a "black sheep" shadow, too.
There are more shadows at HeyHarriet's. Stop by and see.
I love this part of flying, being above the clouds. Up here at the edge of the sky is a magical land of white mountains and blue horizons, peaceful and clear. The tribulations of earth-bound life fade from memory. Here there be angels.
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