Day 25: The Cloud Game

As much as I loved lying in the grass playing a meteorological Rorschach Test, I hated not seeing what you were seeing.  I didn’t realize, at the time, that it was indicative of some deeper problems in our relationship.  I remember the day that it hit me.  It was a crisp but bright day and you were trying to get me to focus on a unicorn hidden somewhere in the fluffy white cumulus.  To you, it couldn’t be clearer.  To me, I found myself wanting to scream that all of the details–the horn, the flowing mane–that you described were meaningless.


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