Day 32 of 365 prompt height
My sweet Matty was looking out the window. I asked him what he saw as I looked up over his shoulder. His response, "It is cloudy, Mommy" I asked "what else?" hoping he would notice the sweet clear blue dancing with the clouds. "Mommy the clouds are fluffy snow ball clouds". He quietly taught me we can both see this beautiful sky in our own way. I love his inner poet.