Blue Skies

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

The skies are mostly gray ahead, the dark layers of clouds obscuring all light. But when I look out the passenger side window to my right, there is a swath of blue broken only by a misshapen cumulus mass that looks remarkably like…

“A penis,” I say.

Not expecting to hear my voice over the hum of the engine filling the car’s cabin, my husband – heretofore mesmerized by the road – starts momentarily.

Then, when he realizes just exactly what it is I’ve said, he startles into surprised response.

“Ermphg… What?!” he sputters.

“Look,” I instruct him, “at the clouds over there. It looks like a jutting penis.”

“Um.”

“Yes, see?” I explain, gesticulating to illustrate my point. “I mean, it’s clearly an old man* penis even. See how the spindly legs stick out underneath it and the belly protrudes above?”

He laughs. “Yes, I see.”

And with a somewhat crazed grin, he adds, “I just think it’s awesome that you’re thinking about penises again!”**

Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on

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Today’s title (and in-text lyrics) taken from the classic Irving Berlin song.

*I have no doubt that somebody out there will find this offensive. So to clarify: This is not to say that if you are an old man, that your penis looks like the Old Man Cloud Penis Formation in question. But my spouse is aging somewhat disgracefully, and so whenever possible we make light of oldness in general – but of old-man-ness in particular – because that’s just the way we show our love. It’s how we roll.

**I’ve kind of gone off sex lately. So while my imaginative cloud shapes don’t actually have anything to do with how I feel about live penises***, I can see why he would take my interpretive penis sighting as a good sign.

***Not that his is missing out on any attentions, mind you. Just because I don’t particularly want it in me does not mean I don’t expect to be able to play with it whenever (and however) I wish. Just… Y’know… Sayin.