Day 3,598 —Where did the Clouds Go?—

       It was the kind of blue that defines “sky blue,” the kind of day that appears in memories isolated from clear reference points. How old was I then? Where was I living? I am not sure. I remember it being nice, and the air resonated inside me.

       At first, I thought I would do more, but my family went to the Botanical Gardens to feed the fish. She had so much fun getting lost in the maze. I still remember when the walls in the maze were tall, and I would easily get lost.