If you didn’t care what happened to me,
And I didn’t care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing. – waters

I was thinking about clouds. All you need to do is check out Fh2o’s blog regularly and you will will too. When I was a kid I was way too pre-occupied to think about clouds. You can tell children to look at clouds, but in reality what child has imagined a elephant in the clouds since the dawn of the computer age? I really didn’t take much notice of the sky either as a kid. It was years later when I realized even a short glimpse of the clouds out the window, or in a parking lot, was a great escape from the man made menusha I felt I was drowning in every day. Some days I still hate bringing my gaze down. When you look below the horizon line these days, all you see are Wal-mart bags and burger wrappers tangled around old beer bottles slowly migrating like origami mammoths to the south-east until they are stopped by a crumbling, grey concrete cliff. Even the skies are filling with the oppressive rectangular screams of hucksters and vendors. True fame is a 40 foot version of yourself along a roadside, faded and peeling like a giant, two dimensional, rotting zombie. Who wants that?? Luckily we can still see beyond them. Escape is in the floating ice bergs carried on a current of (at least visibly) pristine air. I like looking up.Sometimes I think of clouds as explorers, aliens, travelers, taking low orbit and scanning our earth below. Hardly original I know. Maybe the thoughts were placed there by some Sesame Street character while it’s human counterpart waved her arms frantically from behind a paper mache wall. Sesame street seemed to find value in clouds. Still, I would love to see what the clouds see as they ride over every imaginable terrain to arrive here in the middle of nowhere. Did the clouds over my head today pass over a lone blue whale just a few days ago? Sure, I know that in reality clouds dissipate and reform constantly, but if I’m going to anthropomorphize clouds I can certainly hold them together for a few days. Besides, they only hang over my head a short time so it’s only for a tiny moment that they need conform to my imagination.

Yeah, clouds are sort of a strange, hippie, subject. Ok. But here’s a little secret. A person with really good obsahhyouervation youn would know when I’m stressed, board, tired or maybe just sick of talking to some bullet head. They’d catch my eyes flitting to the sky, or reaching for a window, seeking a moment of calm in the clutter, an anchor, or maybe just escape from the noise.

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