Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom. Life is short. Iimani David. Almost painterly clouds over the Severn River yesterday…getting stuck on the bridge in a traffic jam, this beautiful view was my “silver lining”…Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!












