New beginnings

Smoking her pipe, singing "country roads", wondering where home really is. Displacement brings her happiness and permanency is a bore. Rain excites her, those clouds must have travelled from a distance afar, carrying sounds from another world, folk lores from the yore... they burst where they feel like... they live how they want. Wish she was a cloud and cloud live her fantasies out...She taps her feet on the patio, waiting for another season to end and for another to start. Endings generally bring new beginnings...