I like the clouds today. They have a lot of colors everywhere. I wonder if the colors I see are the colors other people see.
“Hisao. What color is the sky?”
Hisao looked at me with a very confused expression.
“It’s blue right?”
“You don’t see any green or red?”
“No, just the gray of the clouds.”
I looked back to the sky and focused on the clouds. I see a lot of colors when I look to the sky. That cloud is blue, that one is orange. The sky has so many colors. I looked back at Hisao. He had his eyes closed like he was going to take a nap.
“Hisao, do you think the sky is pretty?”
“Yeah, I like it. The clouds sometimes look like animals or people.”
I looked back at the sky. I never really saw the clouds as people. I don’t remember seeing animals there either. Maybe there are animals in the clouds. A breeze came across me. A cold shiver ran down my spine and I scooted closer to Hisao.
“Rin?”
“It’s cold.”
He looked at me with a smile. I didn’t really understand why it made him happy but I felt warmer being closer to him. It also made me tired. I slowly let my eyes close as they got heavier. I could see the sky in my mind. It had even more colors. I like the sky.