I cannot wait for the weather to clear up (not just for an erratic 20 minutes in an otherwise gloomy day) so I can finally be reacquainted with my friendly clouds. One of my favorite things to do is gaze upon the wandering clouds from my humble position on earth. It is one of those things that makes me forget all else that is happening in the world and allows me to focus only on the present solitary moment of unregulated bliss. Clouds are so pretty to me, and they're quite entertaining to watch.
When I was a little girl (and even now, to be honest) I could spend hours trying to make shapes and figures out of these clouds, and even tell a story with them. My friends and I would compete with one another to out-do the others' imagination. Luckily, my useless creativity in other domains ruled supreme in this childish game we played. Even though any skin contact with the grass made me itch, I'd still lie down (in the most comfortable patch I could find) and soon pay little attention to this discomfort as the sky cast its usual spell over me. But it was a spell I certainly didn't mind... nor did I ever want it to be broken.
A charming characteristic about clouds is their nomadic nature. I can't help but wish to roam a vast territory like the infinite sky... to be completely free. Sometimes I would wish I could be that turtle-shaped cloud (that also moves at such a pace... but at least it's moving) and travel to wherever the wind directs it. Some people really depend on order and a definite direction in their lives. I'm more of a do-as-you-go and go-as-you-do kinda person. Sometimes it works out fine for me, and sometimes it gets me in trouble. Nonetheless, it's simply the way I am.
The weather needs to stop showing bipolar symptoms and not tease me with sporadic glimpses of clear skies. I'm ready to go back to my cloud-gazing days.
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