Of clouds and rivers and wind....

Dreaming of swarms and schools and tiny individuals that move as a group, weaving in and out. Undulating. Clouds and rivers and wind, crowds, and the whole being greater than the sum of it's parts.

Trying not be overwhelmed by one million tiny logistical details, by which I am daunted, but shouldn't be, but am. Which makes me feel.... elderly. Like a leeetle old lady who won't drive at night anymore.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.

Beautiful artwork from here, here, here and here.