Head in the clouds

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Guest Columnist When I was a child, I was often the one with my head in the clouds, daydreaming quietly. I would sit at my desk, staring out the classroom window, watching the trees sway or the clouds drift by, imagining other places I would rather be. More than once, I missed recess because I hadn’t finished my work. While everyone else ran outside to play, I sat at my desk completing assignments I could have done earlier — if only I had stayed focused instead of dreamin