A Late Summer Sky

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. ~ Henry David Thoreau

Oh! `darkly, deeply, beautifully blue', / As someone somewhere sings about the sky.~ Lord Byron

I slowly stroll through the dog park these days wistfully remembering a child like exuberance I once had, a need to rush through life as quickly as possible. Now I contemplate life.

The weather has been completely lacking in summer-like qualities lately. Today the wind was gusting so strongly that I imagined seeing a man chasing his bowler hat down a street in an England that is really only a figment of my imagination. I remember being a little girl trying desperately to keep my skirt down while Oklahoma gusting wind tried desperately to blow it up.

In reality, ball throwing takes on a different meaning in strong winds, as you're never sure where the ball will land or how far it will fly. Dixie finds it very exciting, as each moment is an adventure but then I suppose each moment in the dog park is an adventure for her anyway.

This is a photo of wind blown clouds with just the tiniest bit of blue sky that I just happened to notice when I stopped to look up. Everywhere are brown leaves and yellow grasses but for just one moment I found myself blessed with an image of a summer sky...