There had been a time when I saw all sorts of shapes in the clouds above and had dreamed out different scenarios and events that played out between them. There'd be times when my parents would be driving along the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey on the way to my maternal grandmothers' house in North Bergen (we lived in Paterson at the time), New Jersey. For a couple of years now I had felt that I had lost my imagination, my creativity. A recent event though served to remind me that I hadn't lost either one, if nothing else, I am now better able to articulate my ideas.

"It had been a long day," I thought to myself as I sat down inside the vehicle that was to take me and my parents on a short trip and looked out the window only to see ships letting loose their cargo of fighters and bombs. "And it's only going to get longer," I murmured to myself with a smirk as I sat back and tried to enjoy the ride. I kept my gaze upon what was going on outside as I thought back to days long ago when I used to just sit back and enjoy the scenery on trips like this. It had been too long since I had done so, and I was going to have to work on correcting that, but for now I would just enjoy what went on before me. It wasn't long until we were underneath where another was raining down its load of miniature bombs, but there was nothing we could do. The bomber was hge. It was more then huge. It was at least 10 times the size of our vehicle and way off above us. We just slowed slightly, to be on the safe side, and avoided what we could and hoped our vehicle could take the beating. I slowly adjusted my position so I could look out the other side to see what else was going on. The lanes of traffic above us were crowded with ships of all sizes and sorts, some letting loose terrible fighters in a battle that had been going on ever since I could remember. Others were dropping off cargo or beginning their descent to the ground beneath. Some looked like birds of pray while others were of indescribable shapes and sizes. The human imagination would never cease to amaze me. If it can be dreamed, it will be created. No sooner had I thought those words then the constant and unrelenting bombardment relented, leaving us none the worse for wear. I leaned up against the window of the car and smiled at the rainbow that had formed in the sky as we passed out from underneath the rain cloud.

It just goes to show that it's not only children who can enjoy a day spent staring up at the sky, whether it is as far as the clouds or the farthest star in outer space. I didn't lose my creativity or imagination, I just misplaced it on my way to try and be more like an adult, to be honest I rather enjoy being creative and having a fanciful imagination. It allows me to go on adventures that I couldn't go on otherwise, whether it is a trip to the stars in an alien mother ship or fighting a dragon with nothing more then magic, I'll keep my imagination just for that very reason.

Have you ever read any of Micheal Scott Rohans series of books about the Spiral? It's a world that has it's edges hidden around every corner of ours, where ships sail out to chase the morning, plotting courses across the skies, east of the sun and west of the moon. I often look up at the cloudy skies at sunset, and imagine I can really see a galleons sails billowing in the wind as it sets off on an adventure to who knows where or when. Now you've reminded me, I think I'll go back and reread them Thank you, Shanna:-)

Nope, never heard of him. Sounds like an interesting book, though. You're welcome (: