I have to laugh when I think about the clouds, the dancing ones.
They just go with the flow, hiding my blue sky. Apparently, that’s all they can do.

Once, I managed to take them to the side. I was sitting on a lounge chair by the pool; it was summer. I didn’t want to get a sunburn, and at the same time I didn’t want to move. So I started to play with the clouds, like with a puzzle.

I managed to move them. I could do everything I wanted with them. The sun would appear again and again, and I kept playing — arranging the clouds, shifting them, sending the sun away.

-How could you explain this to me?
-Well, I think you’ll never find the answer.
-Me neither.

I wish I could do that with the clouds anytime — send them where I want, place them how I like, shape the most beautiful blue in my sky. So I could wrap myself in it and sit there for as long as I want.

That’s it.