I think we should be able to stand on clouds and look over the edge to see where the light is coming from. Clouds are HEAVY, they weigh TONS, and standing on them only makes sense. I’ve always loved fog. As a child, I understood that fog meant that a cloud was laying on top of my entire neighborhood and I could play in it. That’s when I found out that standing on one was impossible, at least for humans, who proved to be too heavy. But nothing on earth was light enough to rest on top of a cloud, not even a feather. Sadly, I had to give up on that dream, even though it whispers to me still.
Science can explain the above picture but I don’t want to hear it. I want to believe that a huge party is taking place and amazing sax players are jammin’ away, while people are dancing and having a fantastic time. The lights from the cafe, or bar, are lighting up the clouds, letting anyone who sees them enjoy the festivities. We can make up anything we like. I mean, we make up our entire lives. I don’t have to think about condensation, the collision of molecules, the temperatures. I can think party and no one can stop me.
Maybe when I’m dead, I’ll be able to float with a cloud, the crows by my side. Even if I’m just a blip, or spark, or dot, too invisible to ever see, even with a microscope, I might be able to do it. Maybe I’ll be invited to the party taking place, in the clouds, who knows? A party where crows are flapping around, cats are lounging on tables, laps and floors, where happy people are lost lost in the moment, bliss flowing from them in waves.
That’s what these clouds makes me think about. I suppose there could be a raging fire on the beach. Bongos, keeping the beat, people dancing in the sand, the ocean, slamming against the shore, leaving treasures that I can pick up on my way home. Sounds a lot like earth, doesn’t it? Still, the clouds are telling me their stories and I’m just paying attention to what they’re saying. Sax, drums, dancing, joy, bliss, clouds. Who could ask for more than that?