New story!

Sorry I haven't been on since Monday. I have been extremely busy writing this week for my classes. I've had midterms and exams, and essays due. Aside from that I was sick for a few days, and slept most the time. But I do have some goodies to post for you. Firsto off, is a short lyric essay I just finished. Enjoy! <3

White Fluffy Goodness

White and full of life, these fluffy puffs of goodness fill the sky as I lay on the cement ground that is warmed by the rays of the sunlight beaming down on me.

They take on many forms: dinosaurs, castles, animals, people, but they only take form to those who believe in their magic. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder; the viewer only see’s what they want to see when it comes to these cotton puffs.

They look like cotton candy with no food coloring- just pure white cotton puffs that surround the blue sky above. The viewer sees cotton candy in the sky because she wants to- but really clouds have no resemblance to cotton candy whatsoever. We always seem to see things the way we want to see them, even if what we see isn’t really the reality. Someone looking at a cloud and seeing a white sheep, see’s a white sheep because they want to, not because the cloud really takes that form. It all depends on the person viewing the cloud, and the mood that they are in.

Clouds take many different forms. You have only to look up into the sky to try your luck at weather forecasting to see the different forms. Clouds give us a clue about what is going on in our atmosphere and how the weather might change in the hours or even days to come. Each type of cloud forms in a different way, and each brings its own kind of weather. 

Clouds are water. We can find water in three forms: liquid, solid and gas. Water as a gas is called water vapor. Clouds form when water vapor turns back into liquid water droplets. This is condensation. We get a sight of condensation when looking at a cold glass of water. Unlike the drops on the side of your glass though, the droplets of water in a cloud are so small that it takes about one million of them to form a single raindrop.  Most clouds form this way, but the cooling comes not from ice in a glass, but as the air rises and cools high in the sky. Each tiny cloud droplet is light enough to float in the air, just as a little cloud floats out from your breath on a cold winter day. 

When I look into the sky and see a ball of puff, all it really is, is water. When I was eight, I learned that clouds weren’t the cotton candy I thought them up to be. My imagination came crumbling down, all because of a road trip I took with my family. We were heading up to the mountains, and we were at a high enough elevation to where we were surrounded by thick patches of fog. I remember, as my grandpa was driving he told me “Shannon, you see that? We are high in the clouds.” From that day on, I thought that my mind was faulty because I had always thought that clouds were made of cotton.  The whole trip home I was in a state of sadness because my imagination had tricked me into thinking that clouds could really be made of cotton.

Twelve years down the road, I still view clouds as being white fluffy goodness in the sky. I love letting my mind wander through the sky, finding a cat reading a book, or the Kellogg’s frosted flakes tiger doing the same thing I was-- lying down, staring up into the blueness of the sky in search for characters changing forms. But really-- the sky isn’t blue is it? No, our eyes just perceive it to be that color. That’s a completely different story all together; let’s not get ahead of ourselves.