When was the last time I looked into the sky?
What color is it?
Blue? Red? Orange? Or a slight tint of brown...?
What is the color of the grass?
Green? Brown? Or a light touch of yellow...?
Is there wind in the summer heat of Texas?
Did I feel it when it came pass?
Do the birds on the trees chirp anymore?
Did I hear them when they called for me?
hmmm...
Recently,
All I heard was the missile testings in Iraq,
the release of hostages from Cuba,
the air pollution in Beijing,
the deadly epidemy of tomatoes
and the debating divorce of A. Rod and his dear wife.
I could hardly lay my eyes on the grass anymore
nor the sky
nor feel the wind.
Did something just get me on my nerves and shut some aspects on me down?
hmmm...
The last thing I remembered was the principles of X-ray spectroscopy.
SIMS, XPS, XRF... surface or not a surface technique.
Those big nouns and abbreviation rose a surge of curiosity,
a whole lot of it, but none in which I can find comfort.
But I do remember something about the sky.
The warm and snuggly sensation,
feels like a cat's belly fur.
Soft, not cold, and cozy.
So what is the color of the sky again?
Let me think... I'm thinking real hard right now...
Oh ya, it's blue with some white things in it..
What are those? Cloth? Cotton? Or bunny furs?
Oh, I remember! C-L-O-U-D, that's how you spell it right?
I think I need to revise my life terms one more time. Before I lose them again in the mazes towards the better.
