The
cows looked so fluffy against cobalt blue skies of afternoon summer sunshine
floating there in a stop motion kind of silent gaze as if my world might be
paused just like theirs. Their legs just dangled there, obviously theirs, but
somehow they seemed so unnatural, so protruding there as if I could reach up and
grab their legs but even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to reach I reached up
anyways and just as I expected, their legs were so far away. So I laid back and
watched their utters, also dangling there in midair underneath the cows but not
as far down as their legs and I noticed they were milking themselves giving
birth to baby clouds that would float away and matured into new cows eventually
so fluffy just like the others and they too became so still and tranquil. And
it was one of those days where there were a lot of fluffy cows floating there
piled on top of each other giving birth to one another and the sunlight was
still able to shine amidst the back drop of cobalt blue skies. It was such a
pretty sight that I just continued to sit back and lay there and I watched the
fluffy cows float by as still as could be, without a sound, seeming to stop time
and entertain me.
