Staring deeply into the expanse of blue, I watch them drift in and out of my line of sight. Wispy pillows of white and gray, mottled like sunshine through leaves. Their astounding beauty captivates my very soul. I could watch all day, from the moment they’re silhouetted against the starry night to the moment they are painted pink with the morning… I would let dew rest upon me without notice. Through the day I’d watch them be purified white, then dyed crimson in the evening. As they fade from my sight, I’d mourn their loss.

I’d done so for years… and neglected to be captivated again until now.

What is it that captivates me so about the sky? What makes me wish to trace pictures in the clouds like sand? To swirl my hooves in the fluffy expanses like water?

I take an afternoon swim just to feel as if I am with those beautiful clouds. The water makes me reminisce… the memories both sweet and bitter. I never made it to those white tufts… not even when I flew.

Quickly, I submerge my head. Cold clarity will keep the Jay away. Unfortunately I need to breathe.