I look up at the sky, br through a little gap in my eye lids. br Obsevering the clouds, br looking for faces of happy kids. br br If you look real hard br you will make out a face. br A nose, a chin, hair br nothing out of place. br br I love to watch the fluffy clouds float by, br how all the faces get there, I wonder why. br I think they are up there looking down at us, br making sure we stay out of trouble, which is a plus.