Saturday, June 21, 2025

I Like My Clouds to Look Like Giraffes

Ida had yearned and dreamt endlessly of her own fantasy when she was little.  Nothing consumed her more than the grand want of a fairy tale she and Bug could be the heroes of.  For a moment, the ladybug’s words struck something deep within her heart, and she felt that old need to escape again, as strong as she had ever felt it before.
            She glanced over at Emma, who had stilled her swing, and was simply looking up at the sky.  Her face mirrored joyous content.  Ida could only imagine what the clouds looked like to her, and what adventure she was dreaming of.
            “No thanks,” Ida finally said.
            “But—but adventure!  Magic!  Fantasy!” he sputtered, stunned.
            “I’ll pass.”  She looked at the ladybug in his fine little suit in his sparkling blue balloon, and grinned.  “I like my clouds to look like giraffes,” she finished, and tapped his basket with a finger.  The image dissipated into mist, and for a moment, the fog swallowed up her head.
            Then a breeze came, and the cloud twirled away, back up into the sky.
            Ida stood up, and went to play.
 

Ida had yearned and dreamt endlessly of her own fantasy when she was little.  Nothing consumed her more than the grand want of a fairy tale she and Bug could be the heroes of.  For a moment, the ladybug’s words struck something deep within her heart, and she felt that old need to escape again, as strong as she had ever felt it before.
            She glanced over at Emma, who had stilled her swing, and was simply looking up at the sky.  Her face mirrored joyous content.  Ida could only imagine what the clouds looked like to her, and what adventure she was dreaming of.
            “No thanks,” Ida finally said.
            “But—but adventure!  Magic!  Fantasy!” he sputtered, stunned.
            “I’ll pass.”  She looked at the ladybug in his fine little suit in his sparkling blue balloon, and grinned.  “I like my clouds to look like giraffes,” she finished, and tapped his basket with a finger.  The image dissipated into mist, and for a moment, the fog swallowed up her head.
            Then a breeze came, and the cloud twirled away, back up into the sky.
            Ida stood up, and went to play.
 

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