One of my favorite childhood activities involved the swimming pool in our backyard. I would spend hours in the pool by myself, with my sister, with friends, with the whole family. Swimming laps, splashing, underwater summersaults, handstands, making whirlpools, floating. Day or evening, it mattered very little to me.
Some sunny afternoons, my mother would come outside and swim with me. We had a variety of tubes and floating lounges to relax and enjoy which is what she need after toiling all day. We would grab ahold of each other's rafts to stay in close proximity to talk.
Talking about various subjects and laughing together (which is what we do best) while drifting with no goal in mind but to unwind. Gazing at the sky or closing our eyes, we lingered together.
One such afternoon, we were taken in by the clouds and how they were ever rolling, morphing into various shapes. We remarked that one cloud looked like a dog. Later, the dog-like cloud seemed to transform in a way that looked like the long ears were horizontal. One of us shared with the other that it now looked like the same dog but ears flapping in the wind like he was in a car.
Serious reflection of clouds lessened as hilarity ensued. Every cloud after that was another animal in a car or other humorous images. We laughed all afternoon at what the clouds appeared to be in our own little world.
Walking on the beach recently, I was gazing at the clouds feeling nostalgic about those precious moments with my mom.
This cloud caught my attention in particular because it appeared to be a giraffe, my mom's favorite animal. I no sooner took my phone and snapped a shot to send to her, reminding her of one of our mutually favorite moments together.
If I had stayed long enough, I wonder if the giraffe would look like he was in a car. Neck out the window, straining to stay upward in vain as the momentum of the car overcomes him. I should have stayed instead of rushing off to do some adulting somewhere else.
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