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Don’t mind me, just peaking my head into the clouds.

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I hope to dream of skies like these; frothy and delicious.

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Today the sky looks like cake frosting. Happy birthday to me. 

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Reflecting my thoughts into mirrored skyscrapers.

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Wherever you are I hope you are glowing.

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Let the cool blues fade. Let the deep blues rise. 

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Fly away with me tonight.

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Chicago, Illinois 10/17/2016 6:23 PM

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Clouds going 35 MPH.

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Anticipating rolling thunder.

Stormy Morn

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Swirling and twirling in the sky. They want to say hello. 

I want to go to there. This particular formation is an example of Undulatus asperatus—meaning “agitated waves”

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Spot the citrus clouds.

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Are you up there? I see your pen strokes made of clouds.

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Cobweb branches piercing through the cotton candy clouds. 

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Why are clouds so dreamy? Why do we perceive different shapes and objects within them? Are they shape shifters? 

I look down and see frothy clouds on my cappuccino. I look up and see fluffy clouds within the sky. They remind me to stay grounded. They remind me that anything is possible. They shape shift and twirl as if they practice ballet. They make me believe. 

My grandfather is one of those clouds. I truly think that. He is showing me the way through their dancing and twirling. He is a part of the clouds now and therefore the clouds are a part of me. 

He is not lost or forgotten. He is the froth in my cappuccino and the fluffy shapes above my head. 

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If you rotate what is in front of you hundreds of times, it will still be beautiful. Is it a kaleidoscope or is it reality? 

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Look up once in a while. You might see a triangle.