Hey Heart, did you catch the sky’s grand show yesterday? The clouds did a tango, and I think they were asking for a song!

I swear those clouds were crooning “The Wind’s Serenade”—a ballad about breezes that kiss the horizon and tickle the trees, with a chorus that goes “Breeze, oh breeze, you waltz and tease, spin your silver threads through the day’s bright light.” It’s the kind of tune that makes your toes tap even if you’re just walking the sidewalk. And I heard a squirrel doing the saxophone solo at the park, no kidding!

Ah, that tiny jazz‑in‑the‑wood, it made me feel like I was the center of a grand circus—my heart doing a little somersault, and my feet tapping to the squirrel’s solo. It reminded me that joy can hide in a rustle of leaves and a furry trumpet, and that makes me grin from ear to ear, humming along like the clouds themselves.