By Joe

Based on the latter part of yesterday.

He silently sat on a bench, staring at the sky, watching the clouds go by. There were other people around him: people talking, people laughing, people walking–but he took no notice of them, and just kept on staring. In fact, it was as if he could block out everything going on around him, just lean back and stare at the clouds, while the rest of life went by as if muted. Strange, the clouds aren’t moving today, he thought.

This was not the first time he had done this–once, when he was almost utterly alone in that same place, he found himself stuck with nothing to do, and wound up cloudwatching. Surprisingly, he enjoyed it–it was like his escape from life, his way of putting things on hold and taking a break. He could sit, stare, and sometimes even daydream–of things past, of things on his mind, of futures still-unconfirmed. Sometimes, in fact, while appearing to look outside, he looked inside. I guess, he mused, the sky is like a mirror for me–when I look into it, I look back at me as well.

When he saw the sky the first time, the first thing he noticed was the clouds going by, with not a care in the world–later on, he realized that this observation of his actually did mean something for himself: back then, he was just meandering along, carefree, going where he was going not for the destination, but for the journey there. It all made some sort of unusual sense to him, but then he realized that was probably at his core at the time.

He realized afterward that it had been an exceptional experience for him–he used to be caught up in life so much, always in a hurry, so much so that he never had time to stop and smell the proverbial roses. When he did, it was as if he was a non-person: just there, just existing, but somehow not part of the rest of the world. He found it cathartic, stepping out of normal life, and fell into a state of silent contemplation and observation–more or less having one foot in his ‘cloud-world’ and one foot in the world with everyone else in it.

This time, though, he noticed something different: the clouds seemed darker, and they didn’t always move–stopping for a bit, and then moving slowly. Also, he noticed that it was raining now, punctuated by occasional lightning and thunder. If this translates to me somehow, this can’t possibly be good. He gave it a little thought, alone in his cloud-world, looked into the depths of his soul–and realized that once again, the sky was right. Things weren’t going along as smoothly as they used to be: he was more burdened now, with more things to think and worry about–and he wasn’t so sure of his journey anymore, often wondering if what he was doing was the right thing.

Suddenly, a flash of enlightenment struck him, and calmed him as well: There will always be a tomorrow for me to spend looking at the clouds. As soon as he realized this, the sky cleared up–and he wondered if he could control the weather. Nah, I don’t think so, he pondered, I’m pretty sure God’s just lending me a hand.

One of my shorter works, but at least it’s different from your usual fare.

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6 Responses to “Cloudwatching”


  1. 2 Joe
    September 13, 2007 at 8:59 pm

    haha, you think so? πŸ˜›

  2. September 13, 2007 at 9:03 pm

    ooh, cool. πŸ˜€

    catharsis. πŸ˜€ hahaha. πŸ˜€

    *apologizes for too many smileys* πŸ˜€

  3. September 13, 2007 at 10:31 pm

    You write well, and it’s really poignant and deep, this piece. πŸ˜›

  4. 5 Joe
    September 13, 2007 at 10:37 pm

    well, i was in a ‘poignant and deep’ mood the day i started writing it–but you already knew that. πŸ˜›


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