The clouds soothe me. Their mere presence makes me breathe deeper and look at the world with a bit more wonder and optimism. They are my security blanket. In a life best fitted with being the proverbial Charlie Brown, I become Linus. My kite string is not tangled. The football is not yanked from beneath my foot. I have no desire to part with my last nickel for patronizing therapies of rage. Rather I let my blanket cover me and I philosophize the meaning while waxing the word poetic.
It is good to be Linus.