Floating moods

Swimming pools and clouds are the latest interests of my life. It’s perhaps one of the most de-stressing experiences to float in the waters and simply watch the silvery wisps of clouds glide past one another like wafting confetti. Or watch the reflection of the monsoon clouds change their moods in the transparent pool water. It reminds me of quiet melancholic laidback evenings when like the changing patterns of the clouds, my moods would go through the twists and turns, experience ecstasy like lightning flashes and droop back to the forlorn alleys of the past.

Right now, my greatest joy is to idle in the waters and enjoy the exquisite solitary moments to reflect on. So on a Sunday morning, I was jealously guarding those pages of memories from washing out of my mind and enjoying a float. I spread my arms in the water and watched the vapours of clouds glide dreamily on pale heights behind the hills like melancholy hermits. Whenever I moved my head above the water, I saw those torn shreds of black clouds, the eternal symbols of all voyaging, all yearning for home and heard the noises of work and everyday activity rise up mingling together. I felt the painful struggle for life and isolation from the world outside. I wish I was a cloud - go through life like a cloud, wandering everywhere like a stranger, floating between time and eternity.