Sometimes, it’s nice to think of silly things.
Like whether the clouds shape themselves purposely into horses,
or whether the clouds and the sun play patintero in the sky. The clouds would try to suppress the sun and the sun would try to get away from the clouds.
Like whether the sun would laugh at the clouds when it is able to find its way out,
or whether the clouds get lost in the vastness of the skies.
Like whether the clouds love the play of colors when the sun sets,
or whether the clouds are mesmerized by the golden sunset.