I’ve been swimming all summer. Most days the sky has been a dome of blue or gray. But for my last two swims of the season, I was reminded of fun I had as a kid, finding pictures in clouds with my mom. We’d lie in the front yard stretched out ‘flat of our backs’ on an old quilt, gazing into the sky, pointing and repeating over and over, “Look at that! There’s a………….whatever.” We saw flowers and animals and things--perhaps a bridge or a tower or a wagon would magically appear--then disappear.
So busy looking all around me today, I got lost in the sky and bopped my head on the side of the pool. That smarted. But oh the things I observed—a catcher’s mitt, submarine, kazoo—making that slight headache fade like the blowing clouds. Breezes aloft were strong and pictures changed quickly. I watched as a few of the billowy white clouds transformed into patches of gray with layers rushing by each other until I was dizzy from the movement. Suddenly a black tower swirled upward making the sky come alive with a monster that might reach down and pluck me out of the water. But just as quickly as it grew it dissipated, and I breathed a sigh of relief when reality snapped back into my imaginings. There are many fascinations in the sky—most especially, all the pictures that come out of those fluffy, puffy clouds with shades of white and gray that pull me into another world—the world where simple pleasures of my youth envelop me and I feel the warmth of those lazy summer days spent with Mom.
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