Do you gaze at our brilliant blue atmosphere as clouds drift by, and imagine pirate ships, cannon fire, and pirates swinging from the yardarm? Do you see creamy silver-lined bunnies chewing dandelions and carrot tops they pilfered from Mr. McGregor’s garden?
I spy an elephant ankle-deep in a river, using its trunk to splash water on its back. I have watched puffs of white cotton run from the approaching tempest and wondered if they found a place to hide. Or did the slate gray, rain-laden thunderheads swallow them whole?
The night sky conjures images of galaxies light-years away with extraterrestrials orbiting their planet. I wish upon the north star, plastered against velvety black heaven, and I wonder if someone in another universe is seeking confirmation from this same illumination. Are they alone, frightened, in need of a friend? It is human nature to chart the skies. Daytime clouds and nighttime…
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