Walls From The Sky

Remember how as a child you looked at the clouds and saw the stories in them. Today they look like a huge fluffy dog that plays with a ball. Tomorrow they are like a huge train that rushes towards the sun. I often have to fly. Every time the plane approaches the ground and you look out the window, images flash before your eyes. They rarely look like those funny stories that we saw in childhood. Increasingly, they resemble grey walls with cracks and peeling paint. But it has its own beauty, full of loneliness and long reflections.