My Mother (God rest her soul), had always taught me, when I was a little girl, to read clouds.
She would always tell me to look up at the sky and then ask me, “Now tell me, what do you see?”
I started off having a hard time with it. Me being young, would just SEE the clouds and nothing else, beyond that.
Years went by.
Then I started paying attention to the clouds a little more often than usual.
I am happy to say, that I am proud of my Mother (God rest her soul), for teaching me new and interesting things. I would always see things like animals and an ice cream cone or two, but what I saw (either last year or the year before), really got me excited about using the gift my Mother gave to me.
I just wish she saw in the same spot, where I was, when I happened to see it.
It all begins, when my husband, our three children and myself, happened to go out to his brother’s place out country. I always carry my camera with me, everywhere I go. It is a good thing I did, on this particular day. I always take my children down the street to the brook, so they can soak their hot, tired feet.
I happened to mention to my youngest daughter about the cloud sitting in the sky. I have been teaching her how to read clouds as well. I can not ever forget the look on her face when she looked up.
The cloud was of a little girl, with dark, curly hair, a white dress and in front of her, was a fluttering butterfly. I could see the details of the little girl’s face. I could see her eyelashes, she had a small, round face and a smile.
I was in utter awe of this cloud. I could not take my eyes off of it. I do not ever remember seeing a cloud like this before. I snapped a couple of pictures of it.
I am (still), to this day, remembering what this cloud looked like. I can not seem to get it out of my mind. The cloud was perfect. There were no gaps in between.
There were no flaws.
I do not think, I will EVER see another cloud like this, for as long as I live.
Copyright Cynthia Jones