There was but a single cloud in the sky today. It was soft somehow, even when isolated in the clear blueness of the surrounding air. Soft tendrils spun away from it as it traveled at a leisurely pace that Ink found she could match. It was calmly somewhat, just to follow the sky. More peaceful than anything she had felt in a long time. It was days such as this that she enjoyed most. Finding the riddling pictures that the clouds held, when existant, and continually pondering what shape they would assume next in their ever changing dance above her head. And dance, they did. And each time they appeared they would move in some unique way, to dazzle and surprise.
When the sky was dark with an impending storm, the clouds grew in number swirling in a frenzy around each other crashing and ebbing in an endless tide of whipping winds. But still othertimes, it seemed they felt as though late for somother strong and wind would blow them away in tumbling summersaults towards the horizon where the telltale rumblings of a different storm would reach her ears. But today was simple, different. With but that single cloud performing a graceful solo for anyone who wished to see it. Sometimes, she wished she could escape. Surely the clouds would need a rainbow as much as the grass would need the rain. She wanted to call out to her little cloud to come back, but she felt as tough the action would provide for unneeded embaressment. And embaressment was the last thing she needed. Even if she was alone...
