Changing Winds

Overhead heavy gray-black clouds sped by like the hulls of giant ships.

Below, the same winds that urged the airborne ships along turned the bay into a choppy cauldron where smaller sailing ships tacked to and fro between white crested swells.

Sails flaunted their full, white bellies while flags and pennants cracked in the stiff breezes.

Blooming flowers bobbed their heads in appreciation of the dances on the water and in the sky while gulls flew in excited looping ellipses.

It was a day meant for cleaning out dusty bins and dusty thoughts... a day when change swept in on a gale.