Clouds

The fluffy clouds, providing rain that keeps us from droughts.

Shade, white to gray, gray to gone.

Snow and sleet.

Sun clears my soul.

Josephine M. ‘29

Spacious, empty, spotless glass panes overlooking a miniature scene with trees the size of blades of grass and long plains that erase any remaining sense of scale.

Windows stealing my attention, blue sky, clear of darkening clouds that steal the sun and the joy. Instead, leaves and flowers fluttering in the wind and reminding me of the big picture.

Peeks of the world outside, noise, but not noisy. Laughter, talking, yelling. People.

I knock on the window, but nobody hears.