Huck at the flower market
It was a beautiful day, with a blue sky. Huck looked up at the sky when we left to ride our bikes to the bus stop, he pointed and said "what's that?" It was a puffy white cloud. We almost never see clouds here because the air is so polluted, we just see a solid sky, whether it is a shade of grey or brown or the rare blue, there's almost always a bit of a haze, rather than actual clouds. So sad that he doesn't remember clouds. We'll have to be sure he plays the "name the shape of the cloud" game this summer back in the America, land that I love!
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