4/10/22 The Love of Clouds (Part 1)

 The Love of Clouds (Part 1)

In the same park, under the same sky, the man laid in the grass, in pure solitude, just him and the clouds. An avid cloud watcher he had become, not caring about the science behind the clouds, or the specific names, simply the beauty of the big white puffballs in the sky.

Laying in the grass he stared into the sky, an activity he did quite often nowadays. With the stress of life, and no one close to help relieve it, he turned to the clouds for comfort. Not having any close friends, and with his family living far away, some days he felt it was just him and the clouds against the world. They were his best friends, he enjoyed them so much that he would grow sad when the sky was just blue without the contrasting white clouds filling the sky.

A light breeze blew across the man's face as he watched the clouds slowly fly onward,

their motion almost invisible but still there. After a long night of work, watching the clouds move peacefully through the bright sky, brought him his own sense of peace.

Separating from a large mass, a small white cloud formed. Catching the man’s attention, he quickly directed his focus to this new smaller cloud. As he stared longer it seemed like the cloud was getting…closer. He rubbed his eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on him after looking upwards for so long. His eyes were not mistaken and the cloud was approaching, and fast.

The man stood up to watch as the small cloud moved faster than he had seen any cloud move before. It was coming straight towards him. He expected it to get larger as it approached but instead it grew smaller, as if it had a will of its own and was forming  its own figure.

To be continued

4/10/22