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Fortune's Always Hiding

Thursday, 14th August 2003, page 3 of 3, West Yorkshire

cumulusWe are sitting in our friends' back garden as I sketch, catching up on their news; on some sad stories of family life: a baby grandson's continuing fight with an illness, the collapse of a son-in-law's once thriving business and another young relative's fight with cancer.

cumulus cloud I see our dreams and fortunes reflected in the sky. We might each have a self-image of ourselves as essentially unchanging - just as from a casual glance at any given moment you might assume that each cloud was as reasonably permanent fixture, like a blob off cotton wool dangling on the end of a thread - but we too are natural systems in a state of flux. Not as transitory as the clouds, thank goodness, but we're constantly in a state of change.

That's life though; we're not set in stone - thank goodness for that too!

cumulusThey fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams
They fade and die.
Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air. next page

I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles (1919)
Jaan Kenbrovin and William Kellette

Richard Bell

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