Clouds

“No way,” I exclaim with wonder and glee and surprise.I look up and stare for a few moments, transfixed by the delicate wisps of cloud that rest side by side. The wisps move in tandem, as if woven together by an invisible bond. A pink hue is cast onto the periphery of a nearby cloud, a cloud whose colour ranges from grey to a Heavenly white.“The cloud looks like the angled trunk of an elephant or a cat’s paw,” my inner child observes, seeing the cloud from a new perspective. What shape most closely matches this cloud? What else could this cloud be?The cloud looks as if it is stuck to the sky, even though I know clouds move. Time slows down. How long has it been since this cloud first caught my eye? I feel the cloud changing, yet I cannot describe exactly how. The sky is a brilliant blue. Birds sing. The air smells like summer holidays. I am so grateful to be alive, I thought. I look up to the cloud and notice my mouth is open, amazed at both the persisting form of the cloud and how it…