it’s moments like this when i wish i could paint the clouds. as i write in my notebook for class, the sun sends just a single beam into my window and onto the page. i’m forced to acknowledge the presence of the sky and there above me is a medley of greys and whites and blues all puffing and swaying in perfect unison. i’ve always loved the way the light shines through the cloud layers and creates these brilliant white tips to otherwise dark, angry looking clouds. and that little strip of blue sky hidden behind the whole thing, as if the blue sky today is a secret the clouds want to keep for themselves. it’s hard not to imagine what it would feel like to be resting on that fluffy cloud, peacefully looking down and watching over everyone below. looking for that one person whose looking up into the sky, ready to be scooped up and know what it feels like.