Shrouded Hood
As in a distorted game of Rock Paper Scissors, cloud covers rock for the win…Our minds are marvelous things, as we juxtapose disparate ideas and find the common themes…where we sit and what we are doing are far less significant than the distances our minds travel…we move along the way, whether in a jet at Mach .80 or rocking in a chair on our front porch, we never stop moving, we never stop imagining…Today we dream of when the world will right itself so we can get back up there to bask in the light and take in the view.
The Aerial Horizon 