Imagine a World Without Clouds...

Oy, just the thought! I love clouds! I am a cloud loving fiend! Well, except when I am trying to take a picture and the lighting... eh. Think about it though! The day is bright, the sun is shining, and there are no clouds... The sun is shining... right in your eyes.. and there are... no.. clouds. Sigh.
So then you have to use the shade. Can you imagine trying to find shapes in the trees?

You walk out of the dorm and see a mom and her little boy laying under the shade tree looking up at the leaves... "Look sweetie it's a .. leaf." Oh boy, that's a thrilling adventure... not. "Look sweetie if you squint and pretend that that branch is a vine you can pretend you're in the jungle." Yeah... exciting.

Clouds are amazing way to pass time when in a car for an eight hour trip with nothing to do. You can imagine that there are boats and castles and dragons and whatever else you can imagine. Clouds are also good for good game boy playing. Sorry, had to put a plug (that is such a weird term. I am going to put a plug in for something. Doesn't that make you think of the little dutch boy plugging the hole in the dam or something? I digress...) in for game boys.

Clouds.. I am so glad we have clouds.... Especially since rain comes from clouds....

Splashin' in My Puddles...

I remember, much to my surprise, sitting in a puddle in our front yard and splashing with enthusiasm. I had to have been only about four years old. I was thoroughly enjoying having water soak into my clothing and turn my skin a dirty brown. Now that I think back to that time, I wish I could splash with freedom again. Amazing how about fifteen years changes so much in one's life.

Puddles, now, are things to try to stay away from. They get your clean clothes dirty, your combed hair frizzy, and your shoes water logged. Not to mention the emotional damage those dangerous puddles cause you if you see your little brother heading towards one with speed, dexterity, and a fiendish gleam in his eye. Where you would have once laughed and probably joined him as a child, you now shy away and shout "no no no no!"

Sigh

I wish I could splash in puddles again when I am feeling down on rainy days. Unfortunately, in order to preserve my dignity and my limited wardrobe from ruin I must avoid the puddles. Though... I am sure no one would notice if I ran my car through puddles and squealed with delight. Maybe my problem isn't that I am unable to do it, I just have to change my method....

Brushing Fingers Through the Wind

I can hear the wind blustering.... Blustering automatically makes me think of an old man when he is taken off guard by a saucy child... and if one thinks about it long enough the wind is old. It's been around since... well... forever.
I stand outside sometimes at night and feel the wind blow gently on my face in the form of a breeze. Breezes are my favorite part of wind. Howling wind can be disturbing, especially at more than seventy miles an hour. Breezes could be deemed the children of wind... soft and fluttery they dance merrily through the trees and brush my hair into tangled knots.
My daddy thinks that a cool concept is the wind being the angels moving around, and that it is the affect of that in the real world... considering there are four dimensions... too deep of thinking for me. I can imagine, however, the angels' large swords swinging in battle as they protect me and the result being a swoosh of wind. So what then are the howling winds? An epic battle? A charge of the enemy on a group of Christians and a regiment of angelic soldiers goes to battle for them to protect them?
So the little breezes must be a changing of the guard so to speak. That may be why I feel an affinity with the breezes. The changing of the guard means that I am under constant protection spiritually. Sigh... I love brushing fingers with the wind. It blows through my fingers and reminds me that no matter what causes it, a much larger hand than mine is in control of it... even the loud howling winds are submissive to the one who brushes His fingers through the wind.

Dancing in the Snow

It's the time of year I love best... that is if the weather can make up it's mind. The sky is overcast one day and bright blue the next, and everyone switches their jackets out for coats at the change in the wind. It surprises me though, how much the world seems to hold it's breath for winter. I love the snow... the pure white glaring at you when you open your blind. The only problem is... there is no snow!! Not enough to glare, just enough to kind of sparkle... a little... if you stare at it long enough. Sigh.... I suppose that I could have fun throwing mud balls with snow sprinkled in it, but it's just not the same.
On the upside... I can't really go skiing down the ramp to the cafeteria if it's not snowy. I much prefer getting to run down that ramp without fear of falling and busting my whatchamacallit... (then I could lay in your floor til my body turned into carrion...) Randomness... beautiful.

I hope we get enough snow soon that I can dance in it.. twirling and sticking my tongue out to catch a dirt particle. It sounds a bit disgusting when put that way...

Dance in the snow... it makes life seem lighter somehow...