Watch the clouds drifting by. Their shapes slowly change. Perhaps the clouds bring back pleasant memories. Perhaps they remind you of a puff of smoke.
Did you ever, as a child does, lie back in the soft grass and watch the clouds drift by? Did you ever play the game of looking for shapes in the clouds? An old man’s face. A crocodile’s snout. A dragon. A puppy dog. One minute, it’s charging horse. A moment later, it’s an angel taking flight. Imagine floating on the clouds—light, gentle. Imagine the feeling of floating on clouds. Softer than a big fluffy ball of cotton. Very soft. Drifting. Relaxed. Peaceful. Clouds.