Once upon a time, there was a cloud who lived over the ocean. It’s wasn’t a big cloud, as far as clouds go, in fact, it was rather small. This cloud wasn’t like the other clouds in the sky. This cloud could turn far more colors and it never left the spot it was in. Oh, sure, the wind tried to budge it. It blew and blew and blew, but the cloud, while swaying now and then, held it’s position. That, according to the other clouds, should have been completely impossible. But sometimes impossible things become possible, even if they can’t be explained, or possible.
The cloud was happy where it was. It watched the sunsets and sunrises, it became part of the rain and it waved at the fish who often stopped by to say hello. The cloud was never lonely and politely refused to go along with passing clouds, when they asked the little cloud to join them.
But one dawn, which was the cloud’s favorite time of day, a wisp floated by and said hello. The wisp was easily buffeted by the wind, or even a slight breeze, but the day was calm, so it could stayed and chatted for awhile.
“You must be the cloud everyone is talking about,” said the wisp.
“Really?” asked the cloud. “Why would the other clouds talk about me?”
“You never go anywhere.”
“Well, I like being where I am,” said the little cloud. “I was born here.”
“How do you know you wouldn’t like someplace else, even better? It’s fun to drift over a forest, you know.”
“No. I don’t know, but why would I want to look for something better, when I’m happy where I am?”
“I’m not sure,” said the wisp. “I guess we’re all different. I want to see everything, waterfalls, polar bears, children skipping. Oh, oh, oh, you should see the goats climb up the side of a mountain. They don’t even seem to be afraid, AT ALL. I can barely watch them. I’m terrified they’ll loose their footing. It’s so scary and I live in the sky!”
“I don’t think goats live in the ocean,” said the cloud. “And if here are mountains down there, I can’t see them.”
“You can’t see very much at all from here,” said the wisp, looking around. “Oh, it’s pretty and everything. And if you’re happy…”
“Are you happy?” asked the cloud.
“Oh, YES, YES, YES,” said the wisp, excitedly. “I never know what I’ll see next, so my life is filled with surprises and wonder.”
“I can turn colors,” said the cloud.
“That’s nice,” said the wisp.
“Don’t you fade away?” asked the cloud. “I mean you are a wisp, after all.”
“Yes, I do. Sometimes I can reform and sometimes I hitch a ride on a gigantic cloud. And let me tell you, those things weigh a ton. But I like being a wisp because I get to move more quickly and that’s what I like to do. I know it’s not for everyone, but it works for me.”
The cloud looked around. Everything looked the same as it did yesterday, and the day before that. The weather was a bit different now and then, clouds moved back and forth, it rained on occasion, and the fish weren’t always exactly alike, but basically, things rarely ever changed.
The cloud looked at the wisp, who was talking about beaches and boats, laughter and rivers, ponds and why the sun felt so different in different places, and realized that maybe there was more to living than just staying in the same place, doing the same thing, and thinking the same thoughts. When the cloud looked up, the wisp was dancing in the breeze.
“Looks like I’ll be on my way,” laughed the wisp. “Wind’s picking up. Oh, oh, oh, oh, maybe I’ll get to see the Eiffel Tower again. I love it there. It’s so beautiful and there are a lot of crows and pigeons and a FERRIS WHEEL!”
A strong gust of wind hurled the wisp sideways. “It was niccceeee meeetingggg yyyoou,” shouted the wisp, as it disappeared.
For two days the cloud thought of nothing but goats climbing up the side of a mountain. Thoughts of the wisp, and what it said, just played on a loop inside it’s cloudness. On the third day, just after dawn, the cloud said goodbye to its old life, and let the wind carry it where it would. The cloud felt a little uncomfortable, at first. After all, it hadn’t been anywhere…ever… but aside from wanting to see the goats, the little cloud hoped that one day, it would meet up with the wisp and they could go on adventures together.