Remember childhood days of laying out in the grass in cut-offs, staring up at the blue blue sky, and making up stories about cloud shapes?
When did having an imagination and making up stories become such hard work? Maybe it’s time we lay out in the park and let the puffy white clouds inspire silly stories. Maybe we need to think like a kid again.
Maybe we need a little wonder in our lives.
I took these photos from the rooftop of the Met. What shapes do you see?