as a child i would pretend that the clouds were my home.
when i was a princess, they were grand and beautiful palaces.
on other days they were small cottages that i, the little maid, kept tidy.
others were simply endless meadows that accommodated a poor runaway girl.
today i played that same childhood game. my imagination may not be quite what it use to be but i still managed to form them right into my perfect little dream home. and don't worry, it had a nice big grassy yard for my wild little men to run around in.