小時後看天上的雲總覺得難以判定距離，就像是我的父親。

或許當我第一次置身於霧中，赫然發現霧是較低的雲時我會如此失落，就是因為明明知道不可能卻仍想抓住祂吧？

但與此同時，我卻忘了祂就環繞在我的四周。

As a child, I watched the clouds, never quite able to measure their distance—much like my father.
Perhaps that first moment I stepped into a fogbank and realized, with a sudden pang, that fog was nothing more than a fallen cloud, I felt my disappointment because some part of me, despite knowing better, still wished to grasp Him.

All the while, I failed to notice that He had already gathered Himself around me.