Head in the Clouds

From my familiar vantage point here by the fountain on shuttle duty, my eyes indulged in the beauty of puffy bright white clouds against a vivid blue sky. The cloud edges were crisp, unfeathered and stark compared to the blue around and behind them. 
Between two large mounds of pristine white fluff was a blue gap the shape of the North American continent, I could distinguish this mostly because of Florida. The two moved slowly toward one another as the blue shrank away, like a gentle folding onto the other, blending into one, as if...
in a cloud kiss. 
I wished I had realized it would be so, I would have recorded the motion to review later. It was quite lovely, I was fascinated. 
I may have been equally fascinated by the fact that I was so fascinated! 
The kiss continued long and slow. 
One cloud became Thomas Jefferson wearing a typical of his time white powder curled wig. Divots and shadows created his eyes, mouth, chin and nose, clearly visible in a profile view, free of cloud wig rolls and curls. 
Who was he kissing? 
I couldn't tell. 
I tilted my head to gain a slightly different perspective. 
She wore a hat, maybe chenille or topped all over with flowers, her head at an angle. 
It was scandalous, this mystery lady. 
Really, beyond her wide brimmed hat, the only thing that showed was her mouth, busy kissing, and her nose, slowly continuously morphing, more like...
a muzzle. 
She was familiar...
yes, 
yes, that's her, 
Lambchop! 
Cloud Lambchop was wearing a beautiful ladies hat, and cloud Thomas Jefferson was kissing cloud Lambchop! 
Re-formation of the clouds continued for a few seconds until a hole opened up...
in the shape of a heart.
Off to the newly formed edge at the side, a cloud infant drew a fist toward his mouth, and a cloud bunny on haunches was ready to pounce into the vast blue.

Sometimes, in my effort to keep from dozing off during idle time on the shuttle, I have to dig deep, pull out the big guns.
A little cloud therapy helps to rejuvenate for the final hour on shift!