Sometimes I look up at the sky and think how perfect our world is, and sometimes I look up at it in disgust. Humans pollute their own world with toxic gasses and fumes that I have to deal with all day. All year. For eternity. That’s because I’m a statue and I don’t move. I can’t do anything at all. Can’t speak, can’t talk, can’t fly. Then one day Ela came. She lay down next to me and talked about the sky and the sun. She came almost every day for 10 years. Until she didn’t. Now I look up at the clouds alone and think about the girl who used to be.