Big Bear was stunningly beautiful this last weekend. What was most breathtaking, though, was what we saw on our way down the mountain. Fluffy clouds below us, creeping upward and invading the clear blue sky.

High flying fleet of billowy boats,
Quietly cruising celestial seas.

Windblown wads in whimsical shapes,
Gracefully riding the heavenly breeze.

White-robed Bedouins bound to the sky,
Wandering aimlessly out of my view.

Would that my cares could be as the clouds,
Lifted, wafted, lost in the blue.
… then Junie had a back spasm.

– White Clouds by Gene Tagle