Through the clouds

Through the clouds, happy morning clouds, they could glimpse moments of sun. They could also see the branches of the trees floating as if waiting for…. Simply, waiting and being happy with their time. They could also see the flowers, ready for days of summer. And they could hear the birds’ chirping. And they couldn’t see, but they could imagine what life was below the surface of the lake. They were hungry, and they could see the food flooding the table, like those pictures that one always fathoms of irreality. They were smiling and could even see their thoughts through their smiles.They were happy.

But one thing they couldn’t see, couldn’t imagine, couldn’t fathom. It was tucked away, below any surface that one can devise. It was loud, voluminous, astonishing. But it was - fortunately or unfortunately - quiet. It was the truth that they couldn't see.