sky-gazers, cloud-watchers, dreamers

We watch the clouds, zooming past each other, then slowing down to a stop. The tortoise and the hare in the sky.

We see space-ships and animals, mountains and fairies. We point fingers up in the great big blue and giggle and laugh and our bellies shake together and apart.

We squint our eyes and take turns looking through black sunglasses. We pretend. We play. We live together in a moment.



Then the moment's gone and the clouds have parted. And there's no more space-ships or fairies to trace along the sky. Eyes are closed and bellies stop shaking. Time to move on, to the next adventure. The next game of play. The next moment of life together.