This song seems appropriate for a Sunday sunset. Sappy I know, but can’t you hear Joni in your head?
We used to sing this at camp. The nostalgia actually makes me a little teary-eyed.
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
Clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
One of my favorite songs of all time.
Isn’t it funny how we get more pessimistic as we get older? Or is that just me. At the ripe old age of 27, I don’t think I’m qualified to answer this question as I am still optimistic about my career, health, living happily ever after with prince charming, etc. All of the important story lines still have happy endings in my mind.