The Sea of Clouds

The car pulled away from the beige-white house as our mini-van lulled down the street towards the intersection. In Minneapolis, the cirrus clouds had a water-like curvature. Every time the cirrus' passed overhead, I would always picture being underwater, thousands and thousands of feet down. As a toddler, I tried picturing the scene: fish swimming about, coral creating mountains of meticulous colors and formations, seaweed, brushing against my leg. As usual, I held my breath for as long as possible. When we drove past the sea of clouds, I looked back, releasing the breath, blinking. And within one split-second of a blink, the sea was gone. We had risen to the surface.