Whispers in Charcoal

The sunlight through my window is like a giant, sleepy yawn. It stretches across my rug, making the blue part look extra blue and inviting me to get up. I wiggle my toes. They’re still a little cold.

Last night, I was thinking about clouds. Not just how they look like fluffy sheep or grumpy faces, but how they get made. It’s like magic, but science. Water goes up, up, up in the air, and then it gets all bunched together until it’s too heavy to stay up there anymore. Then it falls down as rain. And rain makes plants grow! It’s a whole big story happening all the time.

My favorite part is when the sky is a deep, deep blue, and there are just a few wispy clouds trying to make shapes. Sometimes I think they’re playing tag, but they’re too slow to catch each other.

Today, I want to draw. I have a brand new box of crayons, and they smell so good, like wax and rainbows. I think I’ll draw a cloud city. It will have slides made of mist and houses built from moonlight. And maybe a little sparkly creature that lives inside the clouds and whispers secrets to the wind. What do you think? I hope it’s a good drawing. I’ll show it to you later.

Stephie