I have always loved clouds. As a child I marveled at their many intricate, ever-changing shapes. I used to think how wonderful it would be to be a cloud - free to wander at will, reshape oneself, travel on the wind, have a better than birds eye view of the world. Sometimes, now in my 90’s, and “ought to know better” I reflect how it would be as a free spirit and have those attributes of a cloud floating, joining and separating again. I don’t know if I can be a free spirit, but I do have the ability to think outside the box.