I can remember when I was a child and one of my favorite past times was to look up at the clouds in the sky and make images out them.
If you’ve read any of my other articles, you’ll have heard this before:
Somewhere along my journey through life I lost my imagination. I don’t know if there’s some mystic lost and found box somewhere that you have to go and pick it up again after a certain age or if your mind locks it up after you get and job and experience the “real world”. Maybe it’s more simple than that, like it just silently creeps out of your ear while you are sleeping. In any case all I know is that mine is lost.