I think I will behave as a mamothrept, lie here and loxophthalmus my eyes, and just nepheligenous in the clouds.
In all reality, were you that child? I was the ‘baby’ so apparently I dwelled on a bed of ease.
I do squint on occasion, as I try to narrow my view upon what I am focusing on. All while I stretch my arm to an obscure length from my body, because I can’t find my reading spectacles.
As a child, I can remember finding shapes and creatures while gazing upon big, fluffy clouds, floating over a bright, blue sky. Summer time dreaming at its best. Now… not so much. A good practice to return to perhaps.