I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers; From the seas and the streams;; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid; In their noonday dreams; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken; The sweet buds every one; When rocked to rest on their mother's breast; As she dances about the sun; Percy Bysshe Shelley;
I wandered lonely as a cloud; That floats on high o'er vales and hills; When all at once I saw a crowd; A host, of golden daffodils;; Beside the lake, beneath the trees; Fluttering and dancing in the breeze;
I've spent most of my life walking under that hovering cloud, jealousy, whose acid raindrops blurred my vision and burned holes in my heart. Once I learned to use the umbrella of confidence, the skies cleared up for me and the sunshine called joy became my faithful companion.
I danced more and played more in the last two months than in the last 10 years. One day it's like a switch went off - and all of a sudden it was like, 'Men! Everywhere!' The cloud is lifting. I'm starting to see the light and it's good.
__Actress Jennifer Aniston
If you ride you know those moments when you have fed yourself into the traffic, felt the hashed-up asphalt rattle in the handlebars, held a lungful of air in a cloud of exhaust. Up ahead there are two parallel buses. With cat's whiskers, you measure the clearance down a doubtful alley. You swing wide, outflank that flower truck. The cross-street yellow light is turning red. You burst off the green like a surfer on a wave of metal. You have a hundred empty yards of Broadway to yourself.
__Chip Brown, "A Bike and a Prayer"