How is it, that the sun is bright and you see hard shadows cast from everything under it, yet you cannot see the blue of the sky anywhere? The haze over the clouds is so thin it hide the blue behind, but is just thin enough the light penetrates as though it weren't there.
It's a marble colored sheet, that haze. The clouds are still prominent enough with defined edges and billows, yet they fade into the haze so smoothly. Gray upon gray. A monochrome that looks like it is from a distant memory. Cloudy and sunny and overcast all simultaneous.
The wind is heavy and you can visibly see it push and shift clouds like the breath of God. So distant do the birds fly. The furthest you have ever seen. They are like flakes of pepper up there, tiny black pinpricks, poppy seeds, specks. Black angels. Silhouettes of black angels drifting. So free. Beyond them, a plane. The man-made metal bird. It too soars, vanishes. If only you could be there. If only...
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