You and your mom collapse onto the floor. Tired from the exhausting running, playing, and laughing that you two have been doing all morning. Lying on the ground, backs to mud, you both stare at the sky. The sun is so bright you can only squint. You are too tired to care. Both of you exchange ideas for the clouds. What could they be? Dragons, birds, plants, and humans all spring up in the conversation, but nothing comes up more than your laughing. You lay there for a few minutes; staring up at the clouds. Closing your eyes you feel the wind brushing gently on your face. Nothing could ever be more wonderful than this.