My morning walk was early. I started at 6:30, the temperature already in the upper 70s. The sky a wonderful blue with big white billowy clouds floating framed against the backdrop of a new day. As I walked and let the early morning heat and the endorphins kick in, my mind wandered and I began to float into a series of daydreams.
Almost magically I was seven years old again. All the neighborhood kids were gathered on the hill behind our houses. Someone suggested we lie down on our backs and see what shapes we could see in the clouds ~ animals, sailing ships, whatever our imaginations saw. So we did, lying down in a straight line, calling out with fingers pointed upward at the shapes we saw. It was an idyllic afternoon. I don’t remember how long we lay there but I do know that memory came back in a rush and flood of images and feelings.
When is the last time you daydreamed? What kind of story could you write about your daydreams? If you haven’t stared at an afternoon sky, through the sunshine, seeing the camel and the elephant in the clouds, you should, we all should.
Write a story about your daydreams, use your imagination.