Chapter Two - Milo Sees the Sky Differently

CHAPTER TWO

Milo Sees the Sky Differently

EMMA SHOWED MILO her rock collection—shiny ones, bumpy ones, a tiny one shaped like a heart.

But after a while, Milo drifted to the window.

Outside, the sky was doing something strange.

Most people saw blue. Just plain blue. But Milo?

Milo saw layers.

He saw how the clouds moved like slow, sleepy whales. He saw how the blue wasn’t really one color—it was hundreds, dancing quietly between white and gray and purple and maybe even green.

Sometimes he saw patterns in the sky—like ripples or lines that no one else noticed.

Sometimes, when people were talking and his brain got full, he’d look at the sky and the world would settle.

It wasn’t just a sky.

It was a kaleidoscope. A map. A soft place to land.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Emma asked.

“The clouds are breathing today,” Milo said.

Emma tilted her head. “I don’t see it.”

“That’s okay,” Milo said, smiling a little. “I do.”