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I’ve heard of people who can’t live without the sunlight, but I’m fine with the constant clouds rolling slowly overhead, tumbling along in the gray light, the sun more concept then reality as it draws my shadow on the sidewalk with such soft edges that I can finally bear to stare at it without questioning what it is to be a man; I lived in the sunlight once, and it hurt, no matter which way I turned my head.
There are several signs your pilot is high on that new plane smell, including winding the smooth new engines up for an extra-steep ascent, showing off with a tighter than usual corkscrew out of San Jose and blatant, unembarrassed skimming of the top of the cloud-line.
Lying in the grass, I would sometimes open my eyes, just to watch the clouds tumble across the blue Indiana afternoon sky.
Lucy and Becky handstanded their way down the meandering cloud-path, Becky turning Lucy into a miasma of different beasts, including the amazing Shimmering-She-Beast-of-Honey-Yoghurt.
As Henry tumbled head over heels, the air rushing by faster and faster as he passed through the clouds—up, down, he couldn’t tell—and their wet, cold dew leapt onto him, clinging to his skin and clothes, he realized just how easy stepping off of the precipice of enlightenment had been, and even though he had not a single clue where he was going or what awaited him at the end of his tumble—if indeed there was an end, or if indeed it was really he that tumbled and not the world around him, although at this point he somehow knew instinctively that it mattered very little—he closed his eyes, smiling, arms folded lightly across his chest as the roar of the universe gradually faded, lower and dimmer until finally all that Henry could hear was the warm silent welcome of his return home.
Unlike their beautiful cousins the sea dragons, these beautiful creatures are built of the passion in your heart as you gaze at the cloud-streaked sky.
Walking around in that dim light I felt like the clouds were thinking about taking a nap, and that they’d just fall out of the sky right then and there, straight down, blanketing everything that couldn’t move, including me.
The fluffy white clouds and the beautiful blue sky mocked the working man.
The clouds floating by so slowly drove the man to tears, but he fought down the emotions once the clouds had passed, only to realize how sad the blue sky now looked.
The sun, after weeks of teasing, jumps playfully out from behind a cloud and trails warm fingers over my skin, awakening energy that winter’s harsh touch left cold.
Peter's mother didn't mind if he filled his balloons with fluffy white clouds, but she would frown at Peter very big when he filled one with rain clouds and popped it over his sister's head, especially if they were in the house.
As Juan lay on his back in the park watching the fluffy clouds drift overhead he mused that he already knew everything he would ever need to know about "the cloud."
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