Going to Machu Picchu

I’m going to Machu Picchu to live in the clouds, said the son. But you’re so small, said his mother, who was becoming cocooned in the phone cord. Besides, we have clouds here. Let me take them from the oven. She bent over, and sure enough there were clouds! The son was engaged in the long climb upstairs. He watched the sun cross the sky before he even made it halfway. And there was all the gear that was always tarnishing. Yep, he mumbled, Machu Picchu is looking better and better, and it had yet to be photographed.