THIS CLOUD, THAT CLOUD.

Sitting in the park on a Thursday evening as the sun sets beautifully,

I can only imagine how God felt after creation when he first saw the light rays from the setting sun emollient the outline of the clouds as they moved slowly.

I feel each cloud is a moving image, some of which are a reflection from ongoing moments down here,

And others are simply moments engraved and floating in the skies forever like this one above my head.

This cloud looks like the candy shop I frequently finessed when I was a kid,

That cloud looks like a lion playing a game of chess with a pig.

This cloud looks like a fleet of floating ships with a chopper like propellers and no riders,

That cloud looks like a dancing man on a dinosaur's back.

This cloud looks like three little kitten meowing an acapella version of their favourite song,

That cloud looks like a great big rainbow across a waterfall falling from the heavens down on us.

This cloud looks like how my mom smiled on the day my parents died in that car accident,

That cloud looks like them in their angelic robes and halo waving at me with their faces filled with smile and happiness.

This cloud looks like lovely little children playing in a beautiful garden full of roses,

and, That cloud looks like a lonely blind old man who always visits the park with his dog, and although, He stopped seeing with his eyes for a long time, He now sees with his heart.