Bad [Free Writing] From My Writing Past #7: May 28, 1993 – Cloud Watching
I watched a cloud die today; it was the saddest thing I ever saw. I could no longer stand the cruel heat of the sun, so I sought the shade and lay on my back, sunglasses shading my eyes from the glare peeking through the leaves of my guardian tree. When I finally got settled, I noticed the cloud above me and realized how quickly it moved. It came down on me like a sort of evil, magical mist, spreading…