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| Photo by Jarad Finneran. |
I was at that point in the day where I was wondering if I had ticked all the boxes on my "to do list", and whether I could finally relax. I am in what's termed the 'sandwich generation'. Caring for my children as well as my parents. I was taking deep breaths and looked up to the sky. The clouds had formed all these perfectly shaped ripples. Like an elephant's skin. You know the way they have all those evenly spaced wrinkles? The sort where you want to gently run your hands over them to see how they feel? Right above me, in the middle of the wrinkles, was a pure white cloud. It was shaped perfectly to look like an eye. Just like an elephants eye! And then a tune that my dad would sing of a morning, to get me out of bed, and to annoy me slightly, popped into my head;
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.
And yes, for a little moment in time, it took my breath away.
