Another storm system came through the Bay Area yesterday. The clouds were low and hugging the hilltops by my house, and the occasional break would allow sunbeams to light up sections of the hills. A small cloud was particularly low, and my daughter said "Look daddy a puff of smoke." "Hmmm yeah. That's actually a cloud." I replied. She was fascinated. Earlier she had wanted to go to top of the hills to see the cows. I explained that the hills were too steep and muddy. She then said "if we could go up there we could touch the cloud." "Yep, we sure could" I smiled. She was silent for a moment and kept staring at the cloud. Suddenly she told me "we could ride the moon up to the top of the hill. But it would have to be this shape" and she made a shape with her hands. "Oh does she have to be full?" I asked. She shook her head "no it has to be this shape" and she tried to make a half moon shape. "Oh. Why does it have to be that shape?" "So we can sit on her and not fall off. She would come down and we would sit on her and she would take us to the top of the hill so we could touch the cloud" she patiently explained. "Yep I think that would work" I nodded seriously to her. She nodded in return and went back to staring at the cloud.

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Published: (2006-01-31 15:31:49.0)