"I really don't know Clouds ... "

I rarely write in the evening ...  I do not believe that I am clear sighted.  Tonight I am making an entry in an effort to begin again a daily habit of posting.  For a few hours this afternoon, while I was waiting for my car to be fixed, I observed clouds wafting across the expanse of sky.  I named the shapes, a man blowing bubbles, a fish, a bird, a heart.  The heart stretched out of shape and burst into fragments.  I watched, wondering if the strands would gather again; I wanted to see the heart whole.  For several minutes, I lingered, longing for an experience that did not materialize.