Cloudspeak

Saturday we were spoiled with no-shoes, sleep-with-your-windows open temperatures. Today, there is a possibility of snow.

Driving to school this morning I told Sam I thought it was fascinating that the same sky that brought us such lovely weather one day could bring us such soupy weather the next.

"It's not the same sky," he told me.

"Really? You think there are many skies and they just move around dropping weather on whoever is underneath?"

"Yes. I think our blue sky is in California."

"Probably, but who tells the skies where to go?"

"God. He speaks cloud."

"What does cloud sound like?"

"It is wispy. And windy."

I bet he's right.