I have always been fascinated by clouds.

At recess, when I was a child, I would lie on my back on the school yard’s grass and get lost in them.

Even now, I am amazed by them.

I find story in them.

I don’t know the fancy names, though I suppose I could study the Wikipedia link listed below. Today, I only know what touches me. Deep down in my restless soul.

Cloud

A separate language

Above us all.

A strange hideaway where ancient worlds and wizards drift and play out their epic tales

What a wonderful place to

Fly free

Without thought

Above the reckless noise and disease

Far above the wars and calamities we so cherish.

Forgetting all

And nothing

In the stratosphere.

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