A cloud. It was her being.
Where the wind blew is where she went.
A gentle breeze enough to push her away from the others...
The other clouds.
Longing to mesh, to become part of the other clouds- clouds of every colour.
Her delicate, zircon-blue cloud highlighting the dark and the brightly coloured wisps moving with the wind.
Coming together.
The cool breeze pressing her into others, and still into others- binding them, separating them, binding into others...
Where the wind blew is where she went.
A gentle breeze enough to push her away from the others...
The other clouds.
Longing to mesh, to become part of the other clouds- clouds of every colour.
Her delicate, zircon-blue cloud highlighting the dark and the brightly coloured wisps moving with the wind.
Coming together.
The cool breeze pressing her into others, and still into others- binding them, separating them, binding into others...
