The sky meditated upon the clouds and came to the conclusion that, as interlopers from below, they were having it too easy.  So, with the help of a brisk wind, it began to blow around them until they were transformed from one size and shape into another, sometimes smaller, sometimes larger, at other times more or less the same size as one another, but in a state of perpetual change and … motion.  Either they would be blown away altogether and the sky would have the sun to itself or, forming into dense mounds that would gradually spread out all over the place, they would block out the sun and rain upon the earth, causing people to frown up at the sky as though what fell from above was a product of the sky and not of the clouds which, with the help of the wind, had completely obscured it.

It eventually became a heavy metal (Iron Maiden?) kind of skyscape, as a flock of smudgy clouds conspired to snuff out the sunlight and thereby deprive its host of a memorable sunset.


About centretruths

I am an Irish-born but English-raised self-taught writer and philosopher who publishers his work in eBook on the net, including with (ePub) and (Kindle), as well as through Centretruths Digital Media (PDF), and many other platforms. Latterly my works are also available in paperback at various Amazon sites, as well as at Barnes and and a wide variety of other sellers in several countries.
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