When I see them,
with their ever-changing faces,
big, small,
alone or in company,
sad, cheerful,
full of light
or darkness,
like a moonless night,
with their slow and solemn pace,
when I call them
and they don't stop
but they seem to be looking at you
and they invite you to follow them,
when I would like to do as they do
and travel around the globe
without borders or barriers,
I wonder:

"Where do the clouds go?”

September 14, 2017