Clouds I'm staring listlessly at the clouds above me. As I turn my head to one side, I see the ones off in the distance, like large fleets of air ships, moving in slowly. It looks so surreal. I'm just beginning to wonder whether their all one piece or many parts of one. I look away. But when I turn back, the clouds look too real. I can't imagine why. As I continue to stare at the blue and the flat puffs of white, the whole thing begins to look surreal. Again. Away to the south a large fleet ship seems to be gradually swirling away into a mound. That's strange. I watch as a hole appears in its hold. A shift of light shines through. (to be continued)
(CRAP I HIT TAB!) Rain As the rain comes in drip drip drip and the wind doth howl, a chill fills the air. To what may I compare? A summer breeze may please the senses for a while, but as the storm doth brew and the sky darkens its hue, the rain itself does pile. Flooding the plains so neatly, the air it smells so sweetly, as it comes down upon the ground. drip drip drip
Thank you, Emperor! Clouds (continued) I'm staring up again, wondering why my fleets seem so distorted all of a sudden. They appear to be floating away. I sit for hours, watching the white ships wander by, crawling across the sky. Then, I notice something different about my surreal world. The sky is a deep blue at the top, fading to a light blue, to white at the horizon. This is my world, blue, endless, white, floating, wondrous. I love it. I feel disembodied as I stare listlessly up at it. I wonder what worlds I will discover next.
Sometimes, the world seems to revolve slowly, waiting for the wind to catch up. Other times, it moves a long fast, as if trying to spin the humans off the face of it. Does it really turn fast or slow? Depends on how you look at it.
