Cloudy Imagination

1: Outside the Window

Cloudy, dark. Sunlight is not visible, maybe sunlight is not welcome. Sometimes I want to look outside and see a whole new world. A world of fog were only green hills peaked up. The green patches of hill would cater to a willow tree who’d slowly sway in the soft breeze. Small flowers of yellow and lilac would scatter itself on the grass, not too much though not too little. It almost felt like a paradise to sit and enjoy the breeze. Reflect on the idea so much and enjoy the soft sunset above the hilltops.

But, it’s cloudy and dark. Maybe a world of fire would erupt from the ground. Lava falls like water and lakes are instead of lava. The ground is ash while soot pollutes the air. If you’d open the window, the gray speckles would clog your room quicker than you’d have seen it coming. Just in the distance, a red dragon would fly down. This dragon would be the protectress of this land, silencing any betrayers of their hot land.

The clouds are still overhead, no sign of heat would be plausible here. It looks cold, the frost silently lines the fences as if they’d stay there all night. Maybe, this is the start of the crystal empire. Cold temperatures and freezing pellets. Where a queen would rise and point her hand to the streets, a freezing ice beam would stun the roads and create a slippery mess. She would fly up and reveal a snowy wonderland. Heat would be terrified to come in, salt would be the only victor. The Ice Queen would fall to the inhumane clutches of salt’s hands, disintegrating into nothing shortly after. Huh, that would make her a slug or snail then.

I look outside, one huge cloud as the sky. It looks like it’ll rain. The balance from blistering heat of the dragon protectress and the shivering cold of the Ice Queen; rain. Not too cold to become snow at this height, not too hot to be sweating uncontrollably. It was the perfect combination. However, it isn’t raining. Only silent breezes of brisk air fly by.

Cloudy, dark. I’d rather not go outside, I know it’s too cold. I’d get sick again. Instead, let me bundle up indoors. A nice comfortable blanket next to a lamp of yellow artificial light. I’d sit on a bed, my back on a pillow while my head gently rested upon comfort. I’d pull up a book, A Spirit’s Tail sounds nice for the dark evening. My cat would gently lay next to me, burrowing her muzzle into her delicate paws. Just because, it’s cloudy and dark.

It’s cloudy and dark.

Start time: 3:27 PM 1/1/19

End time: 4:58 PM 1/1/19