Tuesday - Cotton Clouds
Oct. 11th, 2005 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreIt was beautiful on my drive into work this morning.
The clouds in the sky had the appearance of a bag of cotton balls spilled out over a cool blue countertop. Overhead there was a mass of solid billowy whiteness, with individual clouds spilling out of it in front, and the clear blue of the countertop stretching out in front of that. It looked like you should be able to take your hand and sweep up all of the clouds and stuff them back into the bag from which they'd spilled.
As I drove past the Ferris Wheel, the Carney was waiting patiently while some people exited his ride, stepping off and looking around with the curious look of, "What? Is the ride over already? I thought I'd get longer!" on their faces. In his left hand, for no apparent reason, he held an open bag of cotton balls. While he watched his riders disembark, the balls fell from the bag one by one, and the wind picked them up and sent them bouncing along on the air into the distance.
The clouds in the sky had the appearance of a bag of cotton balls spilled out over a cool blue countertop. Overhead there was a mass of solid billowy whiteness, with individual clouds spilling out of it in front, and the clear blue of the countertop stretching out in front of that. It looked like you should be able to take your hand and sweep up all of the clouds and stuff them back into the bag from which they'd spilled.
As I drove past the Ferris Wheel, the Carney was waiting patiently while some people exited his ride, stepping off and looking around with the curious look of, "What? Is the ride over already? I thought I'd get longer!" on their faces. In his left hand, for no apparent reason, he held an open bag of cotton balls. While he watched his riders disembark, the balls fell from the bag one by one, and the wind picked them up and sent them bouncing along on the air into the distance.
