Like the cloud... I am flying

With breakfast harvested, this little fella decided to stop by - and he/she (for I know not which and there may be an lgbtqia thing going too, for all I know) put on quite a show. Instead of flying around (and why wouldn't you if you could while looking this beautiful) she (lets settle on that for now) crept up the tree trunk waving her wings as she did so. Now I am sure, given time and space and another university education I could find out why, though I am content she

stopped long enough to let me take the picture. You don't have the same problem with tomatoes - pretty as they are too. And of course, as Pirsig says, 'For every fact there is an infinity of hypothesis...' That's the good thing about being a writer, you can just make it up as you go along, just as long as you are not claiming an empirical fact - I could go with that. But as I write I have just been sent this message from my friend Maria here in Crete, which I am happy to share because its a wonderfully evocative song: 'Lefteris sends you the songs of the song about the pilot killed in the Aegean sea.'

Like the cloud i flee, I am flying,

I have  friend the sun, god,

With the wind the nectar I intoxicate,

I hug earth and sky

And without the wings I'm not afraid

The light blue, warm hug

on the high mountains to  sleeping  

In the Aegean to give kisses              

I ask freedom at the winds

I have ceased to be a mortal

I rise up high that I love

Without  body, golden eagle

And without tha wings I'm not afraid

The light blue, warm hug

on the high mountains to  sleeping  

In the Aegean to give kisses 

 Like the cloud i flee, I am flying,

I have  friend the sun, god,

With the wind the nectar I intoxicate,

I hug earth and sky