The Sky is Pretty Today

A VERY short story

The sky is pretty today. The clouds are big, white, and fluffy, floating in its vast, faint blue ocean. Coming in all shape and sizes, they create stories in the sky, and someone somewhere is looking at them wondering what they’re saying. A big, yellow circle is hiding behind them, shining brightly and sending rays of warmth and comfort to those below it. It is shy, but it constantly plays peek-a-boo with me. Sometimes it makes me angry and I can not handle the constant heat it wishes to resonate.

The wind whispers ever so softly. Its cool breeze keeping my body comfortable in the presence of the sun. It reminds me that world is meant to be balanced, that there is always a good in everything that happens to us. I can not see it, but I can feel its gentle touch as it interweaves between him and I, whistling a comforting tune that keeps my feet on the ground as my head wants to make way to the clouds.

We laugh. What we are laughing about, I can’t even recall, but we laugh and a blanket of calmness takes over me. I feel light. I feel calm. I feel...burdenless. Our eyes meet every once in a while causing me to look away as a smile secretly makes its way on my face. Stories and jokes are exchanged again, and more chuckling and giggles seep out of our lips.

Sometimes things get serious. Questions about life interpretations are asked, and answers full of perspective and concern are returned. It sends the troubled soul in me into a relaxed state, allowing life to settle in again. Thoughts of self-reflection begin to ensue and I begin to wonder who I am. I shake it off.

He looks at me with his gray eyes and asks what I’m thinking. Hiding my thoughts I smile and say “Nothing. I’m just really glad I met you.” A bit taken aback he slowly begins to smile again and says “I'm glad I met you too.”

There is a short interval of silence before we begin clearing our throats. Things return to back to before as we pick fun at each other and waste our energy away. In the middle of a laugh his eyes diverge away from us and the laugh begins to die down. A different smile forms on his face and his eyes are full of adoration and excitement.
I smile. She’s finally here. Turning my head, I see the beautiful being approach us, her hair mid-length and straight. Her smile is grand and contagious, genuine. Her eyes are full of life and laughter. She greets us, and it is returned. I keep quite as her natural energetic spirit consumes the two of us. Her words dance in coherent sentences as she animatedly paints stories with them. They laugh. I laugh.

Taking in the familiar scene, I smile. They laugh, exchange jokes, and speak of the events in their lives. A slap of the hand and a head thrown back in laughter makes its way into the conversation once in a while. The wind segues around me and I appreciate its coolness and its comfort before letting out a neutral heavy sigh. I look back up at the sky again, admiring its baby blue color and random chunks of white cotton candy.

The sky is pretty today.