It was a beautiful day; clouds drifted lazily overhead. Jack and his Grandfather were lying in the grass.
– See the dragon? It’s turning into a duck! They laughed.
– Look, those two have joined. Are they still two clouds? Or is it one now?
Jack frowned in concentration. Over the meadow, the clouds seemed to peter out.
– What do you think happens to the clouds when they get there?
Jack pondered. People were always telling him things. Only Grandfather asked what Jack thought.
It would be the last time the two were together. Back in school, Jack’s teacher commiserated.
– It’s alright, Jack reassured his teacher. He’s in the air now.
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T. Mastgrave’ philosophical story challenge: What is the soul?
Stray Thoughts 
Heh, this reminds me of some of the concepts behind the old Native American sky burial rituals.
I didn’t know about those, must do some reading up.
Thanks for the challenge!
I like it! I used to do this with my little students because their parents never did. We had such a good time writing about it later.
~Lynda
A lost art. Do you know the cloud appreciation society?
Outstanding, and fun, thank you for the link! ~L
You’re welcome. I also really liked the society’s founder’s book:The Cloudspotter’s Guide.
I remember doing this with my siblings. How sad grandfather and grandson will no longer enjoy this together. Love the story.
I’m glad you like it 🙂
I thought sad, but in a way not sad: at least they had a connection…