While driving one day, my son asked me a question. "Dad, why are the clouds white and puffy?"
"I'm not sure son. When we get out of the car I will look it up and tell you."
"Cus' in the day there are white clouds, and at night there are black clouds."
I felt the need to explain. "Bud, the clouds don't turn black. It's the same clouds, there is just less light, so they look dark...
I felt the need to explain. "Bud, the clouds don't turn black. It's the same clouds, there is just less light, so they look dark... Just like the grass looks dark, and the trees look dark..."
I wanted to provide another example, but it was one I didn't think he would understand.
People turn dark. Sometimes the night turns them dark, just like the clouds. Other times, it is due to sadness, regret, guilt. But then my son interrupted my thought...
"But Dad, then morning comes, and the sun comes up and makes everything beautiful again."