09/03/2026
If I were a cloud, I would want to show my face.
A profile of determination, I would streak purposefully across the desert sky, contrails and misted specters follow in my wake. I would search for the places most parched, dusty stretches of earth left longing for a drink, gather my team and happily provide it.
We would wander relentlessly above this thirsty desert floor, shifting shape, form, and shadow as we traveled. The setting sun would lend its artistic flair, brushing the edges of our form with oranges and reds, hints of magenta, and an occasional flourish of pinks and pastels.
For those who happened to be watching, we would tease their imagination. A face. A creature. A great wandering spirit with purpose in its stride.
Before anyone could decide exactly what we were, we would change once more and carry our rain toward another thirsty corner of the desert still waiting.
And if you look with tilted glance, in the periphery of your vision's quest, perhaps you'll see it true, the smile that curves my misted lips as I slowly disappear into the blue.
Arizonan Yeti
