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Have you ever seen a cloud making machine? I bet you have and you just didn't realize it. The magic is hidden from the more jaded mind of most adults. Cloaked in innocence, only the innocent mind can see the beauty beneath the grime of the real world. In a magical place not to far away the world around us is buzzing with all sorts of magic. It's a place where children can grow up to teach the cows how to moo. It's a world where shoes grow on trees. It's a life filled with silver linings and pots of gold. It's a world where underneath the ugly is unimaginable beauty. And it all flourishes within the mind of a child and their unrestrained and untainted imagination.
Drive down any road around any city. Look through the haze and smog and try to see it through the eyes of a child. There in the middle of all the metal and dirt stands a majestic cloud making machine pumping out clouds of every size, sort, and color. From white fluffy sunshine clouds to dark and ominous black storm clouds. They form as thins wisps dancing on a blue stage, or bellow into the sky with a vengeance. To you and me they are power plants, steel plants, paper mills, and other such mundane factory work places. Oh but to the child they are where the clouds are made. They are beautiful and special. I mean, really, it isn't every day you get to see the wonders of a cloud making machine in full cloud mode now is it?
So the next time you see a sky covered in smog and smoke from the necessary but odiferous factories that populate our world providing jobs, materials, foods, and fuels, stop for a moment to look through the eyes of a child and smile. In our grown up world smog and pollution are horrible things ruining the natural clean air and resources of our planet. But in the world of a child they are the magical formations of clouds and all the magical cloud creatures they find in the sky. Seeing it as a child doesn't change the facts of reality, but maybe for a moment it will bring a smile to you day.
And that my friends, that smile, is the magic peeking through.
|A cloud making machine for Eric.|