Head in the Clouds

You’ve seen them. You know what I’m talking about. They’ve been there all your life as well, but have you ever really looked at them? I thought I had until a moment I distinctly remember when the sky overwhelmed me. I wasn’t in some picturesque setting, a beach, the mountains, a barren desert. I was in the parking lot at my school, scattered with red dirt that drains from the adjacent baseball field when it rains. I was simply walking to my car when I was awestruck. It was as if they had just appeared and I saw them for the first time.

From then on, I have prattled on often to whoever might be near about clouds, clouds, clouds. I have asked my daughter to take a picture of them through the car window while I’m driving and point at the specific formation while she humored me because she couldn’t tell which one was so magnificent that I had to have it preserved digitally. I have also heard the response, “They look like they always do.” No, no, no. They never look the same. I don’t want to miss any of them.


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