Hair of Clouds

This day has weighed heavy on my head with so many thoughts and think think thinking. But the sound of crunching gravel beneath my flip flops proves to be a much needed break and before long I am upon the stairs that will lead me to my home.

I stop. Look up. And see not its end but a raving blue sky with no clouds in sight… just infinite blue as if the ocean had fallen into the sky and formed a tranquil lake of hope. Very slowly, I commence my march up, never looking anywhere but up up up.

I reach the top, my neck stuck in place… my hair tousled in the wind… becoming the clouds missing in the sky.

Comments

  • ModernMythology
    ModernMythologyalmost 5 years ago

    Gorgeous! Felt as if I was there with you.

  • You probably were! ;))))

    – YakusokuNono

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockalmost 5 years ago

    This is very good my friend..such lovely words to dance with your image.

  • Thanks a lot Chris!

    – YakusokuNono

  • Hathor
    Hathoralmost 5 years ago

    what a beautiful dream of a work—all if it. how lovely, the ability to look up and stay. xoxo

  • Thank you kindly, lil miss Kristin. ^^

    – YakusokuNono

  • MoonSpiral
    MoonSpiralalmost 5 years ago

  • lolowe
    lolowealmost 5 years ago

    It’s amazing how you paint such sweet pictures…I greatly enjoyed reading this..and your artwork really made me smile Maria. < 3

  • I’m happy you liked it! Thank you so much!

    – YakusokuNono

  • Arco Iris  R
    Arco Iris Rover 4 years ago

    This is absolutely gorgeous. Love the words and the image. As I started reading, I was trying to guess what your feelings would be at the end of this and surprise. You have made me smile today, my dear. I am also looking up at the sky………… Nope, no clouds; only smiles.
    Thanks for sharing this one along with your love and smiles
    Iris