nervously attempting

as she floated along, she tried to reconcile the sight of white accented only with highlights, with what she was used to: flying bodies with shadowed sections, the bringers of darkness, the obscurers of light. what she looked down upon now was some entirely different entity that knew not what a cloudy day felt like, much less ever being the cause of it. the soft rolling hills were not like hemingway’s white elephants; there was no place for trees to grow up out of, no matter to hold onto. with nothing to stand upon, not a thing could exist this high up to obscure the view, and every day would be bright as the clouds looked above them to the clearest of skies at all times.

she imagined what it might feel like to never wake up to a groggy day, for the night to be as bright as the day with the moon so close and every last star visible, as she looked into the distant fading clouds become the lower horizon that meets the sky.

she had turned into her hovering world for some time and when she looked out again the carpet below had become sparse, allowing the groundlings’ habitations to be distant figures to gaze upon.

she studied the forms, entirely foreign to her from her elevated vantage point. she would have recognized any of them instantly from her habitual level, but with this cloud’s-eye view, common edifices were as unidentifiable as a martian’s home would be.

she realized that what she had come upon was a ‘clear day,’ not defined by how bright a sky looked, but by how much the azure expanse above could see of the world below, how much this world of high fluctuations among a few variables could witness the vast imagery created by the cumulation of infinite miniscule actions. where one speck’s commute home from works could become a gem in the diamon and ruby threads that snake through urban fabric, and the count of the stars was mundane compared to the count of colours, forms and motions that came back differently each day.

the moving shadows of the few remaining clouds speckled the scene with the reminder that there was something above, unaffected, influential, the same hovering entity that could spoil an otherwise beatifully clear view;

an overcast day would never mean the same thing