(That’s a baby and a mama whale)
A lot of times when I’m just walking around these general areas (I love saying “general areas”. Makes me feel like I’m the new weather girl), I look up. And then everyone around me looks up and thinks, “What the heck is she looking at?!”.
How embarrassing for them
What I love a lot is looking at the clouds. Something about the sky…I feel like I can see my whole future and feel so insignificant too. I have no idea where this comes from. It’s not religious for sure. Heaven is NOT in the sky. You can argue if you want. I’m sitting on the sidelines and eating chips.
I see my dreams, I see days when we stood on my terrace in Goa and gave names to every formation we saw (I saw a lot of elephants), I see a night walking down a slope on a pitch black night where every star lit the way like a blanket of hope, I see the ocean with the clouds almost falling into them.
And there on the horizon, I see just how happy I am where I am—at home.
“I’m a person of the mountains and the open paddocks and the big empty sky, that’s me, and I knew if I spent too long away from all that I’d die; I don’t know what of, I just knew I’d die.”
― John Marsden, A Killing Frost
I totally heart clouds and when Im out walking about here and there, I too stop and look up at the sky. Sometimes for a second, sometimes for a long two-three minutes. Sometimes I snap a picture. SOmetimes I stare and take it all in. And people around me almost always have that “whaaaaat-the-eff?!” look on their faces. And I love it.
It’s okay, Forget them. Whimsy is good!