Paint billowing clouds soft as the down pillow where I lay my head when I want to dream of summer days gone by. Lay them over a cerulean sky with the sun playing hide- and-seek between the clouds. Design a lake of Prussian blue windswept by gentle breezes. Create a sleek-hulled sailboat with a mahogany deck, its sails luffing in sight of the gusts ahead, waves lapping at her bow teasing her to heel. Let your words be the paint mixed with metaphor, painted on paper ringing loud and clear of a time long forgotten when the wind and waves sang their song of carefree hours spent tacking along the shoreline. Paint me a picture with words, oh bard.