When I was a little kid I loved laying on my back and watching clouds passing over. I imagined that I saw different figures made out of clouds. I could lay for a long time imagining characters and think up magical stories about them and their adventures. I imagined cute bunnies and hug bears, fierce dragons and white castles with damsels in distress that needed to be rescued by a handsome prince. I would pretend that I could fly and would jump on top of the clouds and play snow-cloud fights with my fictitious friends. I saw clouds shaped as white horses and imagined riding them beyond a horizon.
As years went by I became busy with responsibilities that come with adulthood and the clouds game became rare and rare. Now I know that this is what adults need: they need to be more like a child and dream more often, put aside all the busyness and bustle, and find a time to just watch the clouds form cute characters and imagine stories about them.
Now, whenever I have a chance, I look up into the skies and admire God's imagination that made all these beauty for us.