Off the Cuff / My Other Journal

Clouds

There is no place on this earth where clouds won't visit. Even on some very clear days, I expect them to show up, pause straight on top of the sky, hide among the treetops or congregate together, white lost on white, as if expecting me to look up and imagine extraordinary things from their lighthearted shapes. Hurrying forward, they parade, sometimes letting a tiny patch of sky play peek-a-boo.

Sometimes, for not having escaped from the grips of day-to-day life, I airily dismiss them. This evening though, I caught the colors of sunset reflecting through them at the back of my house.