It's the 29th of July and how the months do fly. Trees silhouetted against an evening sky. The lights are on in the family home. Altogether, no need to feel alone. Sculptured clouds, a sight for those who roam. In the clouds, I can see a crocodile. Under my feet I smell camomile. Nearly 9 o'clock on the church dial. A few moments in life to savor. Switch off away from continual labour. And something to share when I chat to my neighbour, who is everyone. All the silhouettes will have gone soon. And the fantasy clouds will have left the room. But I shall have left the friendly old moon.