IN THE CLOUDS
Prompt - In the Clouds : Go cloud watching for the day and write about what you imagine in the clouds
Here Be Monsters. Clouds are warnings to the fearful. Not the wispy cirrus of course, for they are too delicate to be anything other than friends. Passing puffs of white pursue their peaceful path with pacific progress. But when the whiteness turns to grey, from grey to blueish, purplish black, the colour of bruises, there is violence afoot. The wisps are open, the rolling mountains are closed, hiding who knows what. They are a threat. They oppress ominously, offering little hope, except of escape. get indoors, find shelter, cower from their power. For it is not just water and light and sound they conceal, but those monsters of our imagination.
How can objects that offer refreshment, to the land, to the plants, to the animal, to the people, simultaneously be such receptors of suspicion? Because they block the light, hide away the stars, fade away the moon. They are the blight on our summer days, they loom over prospective days out, over our hopes. Clouds bring worries, sun cleanses them away. Watch out for the monsters
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