I sit here and watch the clouds pass me by and wonder what it would be like to fly?
I wonder how clouds would feel in my hand.
Would they brush through my fingertips the same way the cool ocean water slips through my fingers on a warm summer day or would the clouds feel soft like my favorite blanket that I wrap myself in by the fire while it snows?
If I try to hold them tight, would they disappear like the warm sun drifts off into the cool night?
If I hold them carefully, would they stay like a fragile piece of glass intact in my fingertips?
If I smell the clouds and inhale deeply, does it smell like clean cotton on laundry day?
And if I took a bite, a bite right out of the cloud, would it taste like cotton candy after a day at my hometown carnival?
I just don’t know but I hope one day to find out but it can’t be today.
Until next time,