Small Stone: Spring Sky

On my back, stretched out long on the patio, the dogs step over and around, nudge me and lick my face. The sun is warm but one corner of cement still in the shade is cold. Looking up at the sky, I watch the clouds drift east. As I stare into that wide blue space, I notice that the wisp of white makes it look like the surface of the ocean, bubbles and foam swimming on the surface of blue waves. And then, I am looking up at the sky, but seeing the Pacific, imagining sand under me instead of cement.

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