A conversation no one else is having

While people are walking around, here and there, without even once noticing the beauty of the afternoon or morning sky with its clouds, whether on the streets or at the highways, a conversation takes place.

Stratus: "What are those things that go around like that, seemed not enjoying anything? I guess they're just ordinary things, unlike us that are unordinary."

Cirrostratus: "No, they're not ordinary. They're called human beings. They're special, and extraordinary as well. While they should enjoy us more often, they're kind of making themselves too hectic to enjoy us even just at a glance."

"You paint the morning sky."

—Lincoln Brewster