I love this story. (1)

I want to share with you, my dear readers, this lovely story by Paulo Coelho.
Lets sit down here and read the first part, (please read the second part in the next post as I couldn't put it all here.)

 

 

The Cloud and The Sand Dune

(From Paulo Coelho's "Like A Flowing River")

“As everyone knows, the life of a cloud is very busy

 and very short”

writes Bruno Ferrero. And here’s a related story.

A young cloud was born in the midst of a

great storm over the Mediterranean Sea, but he did

not even have time to grow up there, for a strong wind

 pushed all the clouds towards Africa. As soon as

 the clouds reached the continent the climate changed .

A bright sun was shining in the sky and

stretched out beneath them, lay the golden

 sands of the Sahara.

Since it almost never rains in the desert, the wind

continued pushing the clouds towards the forests in

 the south. Meanwhile, as happens with young

 humans too, the young cloud decided to leave

 his parents and his older friends in order to

discover the world.

 ‘What are you doing’ cried the wind.

 ‘The desert’s the same all over.

 Rejoin the other clouds, and we’ll go to

Central Africa where there are amazing

mountains and trees! ’But the young cloud,

natural rebel, refused to obey, and, gradually,

 he dropped down until he found a gentle, generous

 breeze that allowed him to hover over

 the golden sands. After much toing and froing,

 he noticed that one of the dunes was smiling at him.

 He saw that the dune was also young, newly formed

by the wind that had just passed over.

 He fell in love with her golden hair right there

and then. ‘Good morning’, he said.

‘what’s life like down there?’

‘I have the company of the other dunes, of the sun and

 the wind, and of the caravans that occasionally pass

through here. Sometimes it’s really hot, but it’s s. What’s life like up there?’

‘We have the sun and the wind too, but the

 good thing is that I can travel across

 the sky and see more things.’

‘For me,’ said the dune, ‘life is short.

 When the wind returns from the forests,

I will disappear.’ ‘And does that make you sad?’

( contd in the next post)