Clouds

 

I had a big imagination when I was seven years old. Watching and observing were my ways of discovering the world.

Clouds felt intensely wild to me. I’d notice shapes that looked like bunnies, cats, and dragons. One time I even saw a ship and an angel. “Wow,” I would mutter so no one could hear me. I wanted the silence, so I could feel like part of the sky.

I didn’t have the words at the time, but my whole body was filled with a sense of wonder and wildness. In a strange way, it was peaceful and whole.

As I got older, I learned that fog is actually a cloud that forms very close to the earth. No wonder its density is perfect for Dracula, cemetery beasts, and ghosts.

I am still a skywatcher. I still feel the vastness of the sky and the mystery of fog. I still spot animals, people, and the occasional monster hiding in ordinary, fair-weather cumulus clouds.

This is my private show, belonging only to me—clandestine, hidden, exclusive from the noisy world.

Georgia