When we were children, we looked up at the sky and saw shapes in the changing clouds.  We could imagine ourselves reaching up to touch them.  When we got older, we stopped looking up, trading daydreams and fancy for the necessary forward focus on reality.  I invite you to revisit the sky and imagine yourself, unfettered by day-to-day concerns, free to soar among the clouds.

Copyright (c) 2018 Carol Johnson

Brush the Sky