I was sitting by the river this evening listening to the breeze rustling through the cottonwoods. Fluffy, white parachutes carrying the cottonwood seeds swirled around through the sky like falling snow. It was like the swaying trees were brushing across the bottom of the clouds pulling fibers off their undersides. Some of them were landing on the river and they looked like small clouds floating by on the water. They were so light that they didn’t appear to break the surface tension of the water. Actually, some of them would tumble and skip across the surface of the water and then fly back up into the air. Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I hope to see you out there.
