There once was a very confused cloud.
A tiny one.
Barely a puff.
Like someone exhaled too hard on a cold day.
This cloud was convinced
— absolutely convinced —
that its true destiny
was to become a professional break dancer.
So it practiced.
It spun.
It wiggled.
It attempted dramatic flips.
(Which mostly looked like… drifting slightly to the left.)
The bigger clouds watched like,
“…what is it doing?”
But the little cloud didn’t care.
It was committed.
One day, a strong gust of wind came through
and whooshed the tiny cloud into a perfect, accidental spin.
A full rotation.
Graceful.
Majestic.
Unintentionally spectacular.
The birds gasped.
A passing airplane slowed down as if to say, “Respect.”
Even the sunbeam slid over like a spotlight.
The little cloud whispered,
“Nailed it.”
And honestly?
It absolutely did.
Jessica Carey
