Looking at the Clouds...

The wind in my backyard wasn't as cold as those which blow elsewhere... It is cold when you feel it but usually it is accompanied by a puff of warmth which warms the inner self... Cold and warm at the same time... The windy feeling is unique only to my backyard... Faded scent of flowers floated in from a neighbouring nursery... It was always there, but is seasonal... It depends on the buds which bloom in abundance during that period or the other.... But they are similar in terms of mildness... It was always just right even for a person who dislike flower fragrance very much (especially those from the florist)... The artificial and overly done fragrance is not to my liking... it smell fake... and of course you can guess by now tat i hate perfumes too... The wind bring some other calmness too, like the clouds which hang above sailing across the light blue sky... Soft and puffy... I love sitting in the backyard for hours doing nothing but stare at the bubbly wools twirling in the broad daylight... It is a feeling of contentment... The feeling of home...