Clouds are amazing, wondrous large white puffs of cotton floating in the sky. Growing up, whenever my friends and I needed a rest from playing running games, we would lie down on our backs in the grass and look up at the clouds. We would take turns shouting out what we thought a cloud looked like. “I see a lion,” Dino would say. “No, it’s a bear,” Joannie would say. “It’s a big bouncy ball,” Joannie’s little sister would chime in.
As we got older, many other things in life took the place of cloud gazing. I never really gave it any thought until my sister Jeanne and I took a weekend road trip to the Poconos. This part of the Poconos had many mountains and around these mountains were all shapes and sizes of clouds.
Our reason for this weekend of bonding between my sister and me was our brother had passed recently, and we needed some time of closeness with each other. It was good to be together although we were both concerned about my son, Anthony, who was taking the loss of his uncle especially hard. He had been extremely close to him. Trying to ease our sadness, my sister and I decided to take a trolley ride through the mountains. My sister loved trolleys.
We were about halfway through the ride. We looked up in the sky above the mountains and saw a cloud that looked just like a ram’s head, We both agreed on what the cloud looked like, and I even took a picture of it. Here we were, my sister and I sad about our brother and worried about Anthony when what a coincidence! Anthony’s zodiac sign is Aires the Ram, and that was the exact shape of the cloud.
My sister and I believe in signs. Spiritually, we believed that the ram cloud was sent as a sign by our brother, letting us know that Anthony and he were both going to be alright. As the trolley ride came to an end, I turned and said to my sister, “How far we have come from lying in the grass and cloud gazing as kids.”
Ellen
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