Its funny.Getting into the car, with mother, father, and there true naive spawn. Beautiful day, warm, sunny, light sprinkle here or there. sitting behind the driver, looking out the window to my left, hypnotizingly Georges clouds. white, fluffy, the kind you think of when you picture heaven. calm, rolling softy by, like they haven't a care in the world. but forward, i happen to turn my attention, to see dense, menacing black boughs of an acid like substance, ruining this perfect daydream of mine.how coincidental, this just happens to be a perfect analogy of how life goes. you look to your left, to see the beauty of what you no longer posses,