Watching Clouds

I dare you to pick a spot on the pavement, twist and wiggle your back until you feel those vertebrate pop and relax, let the cool seep in through your shirt, and just watch the clouds. Today, as we waiting for some friends to come play, the boys took their bikes down the the street while I, adorned in a fresh mist of deet and oversized shades, did just this. The front of my house is shaded and cool in the morning,  I watched how one layer of clouds was blowing to the north and a lower layer was blowing south. It was simple. There were no deep thoughts, the air was good in my lungs, I could hear the boys having fun, and I was relaxed.