I look up the sky and predict how my day will be
Glorious if blue, deluge if black
If the monarch butterflies are migrating
The sky may be dark
Or white with all the beautiful cloud formations
I can get my camera and take photos
And make an album
I learn that I have to know more than the sky color to survive
Life is tough and dangerous and fun
Or I may end up in Hollywood
And become rich or an addict
Preferably I should learn how to negotiate a roundabout
It could mean life or death
Well I have to go
My partner is waiting
We have to go to the forest to pick mushrooms
Bye.



