One day my son looked at the sky and asked for affirmation. Were they sun clouds?
As a mother, attuned to the ambiguities of motherhood, the sunshine and the rain, the notion of a sun cloud made me smile. It lit and obscured a way forwards in the kind of paradoxical fashion that I like. Yes they are sun clouds. Neither one thing nor another. Ungrammatical. More hopeful than not. Revelatory and confusing, like tears of happiness.
Ariadne Birnberg 