It was a sunny Saturday. Upon this sunny day, amid the bonny waving winds, crepuscular visions evaporated into white brilliant cloud, there comes real space for dreaming.

Through her bedroom window was the ever-changing art of the sky, the clouds that brought infinite images of beauty. There was something in that feeling of gratitude, for all those gifts given so freely, all for spending a moment gazing into the blue. So, in those autumn mornings, as she rested in bed, waiting for the ...