Clouds are free

The nature can offer so much to each of us, if only we take time to stop and look. "Smell the roses on the way", enjoy the symmetry of the wild flowers, the colours of a down or sunset, the smell of fresh cut grass.

A memory comes to me from far away, 1975. I was in car, coming back from shopping mail, crying. Not enough money, my husband from which I was separating has cleaned our account and I just learned it, he also told me no man will ever look at me again as woman, and I knew I have to go farther anyway.

Suddenly a red stop, the clouds smiled to me, told me there is life after...

There is life after 77 too and after a cataract intervention too. I just have to remember the clouds speaking to me.