From the vapour, a great cumulus is formed. A cloud castle one thousand metres high. A flock of seagulls screams, hitch-hiking on the thermal. They too are part of the procession, the honour watch.
Physique
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From the vapour, a great cumulus is formed. A cloud castle one thousand metres high. A flock of seagulls screams, hitch-hiking on the thermal. They too are part of the procession, the honour watch.
Everyone is a guest on this isola. A guest of the air and the water, and the humidity between. You are as well, surely.
Her thought trails off. The wind picks up again. Above her, a great cumulus cloud rises -- ready to fall down as precipitation. April will come, then May; a month, maybe two from now... you shudder. The feeling dissipates. The thought ends.
Continuously nothing. The sky slowly slides above you. The young woman exhales, the scent of menthol tobacco. Sounds like a sigh.
The sky slowly slides above you, raining down. The young woman exhales, there's menthol tobacco in the air.
The sky slowly slides above you, snowing down. The young woman exhales, there's menthol tobacco in the snowy air.
Nothing happens -- there is a mass of droplets above the planetary body, colourless, merging into one another...
Nothing happens -- absolutely nothing. A mass of droplets above the planetary body, colourless, merging into another, raining down on you.
Nothing happens -- absolutely nothing. A mass of droplets above the planetary body, colourless, merging into one another -- scattering snow over the city and the sea.
For Gloria. Soon these clouds will all fall down as rain. Spring will come. Two more months. Maybe less. It's time.
For Gloria. Soon these clouds will all fall down as even greater rain. Spring will come. Two more months. Maybe less. It's time.
The sky is more black than grey; you hear the distant murmur of motor-connections somewhere south of here. That is all.
The sky is low and cold. You hear the distant murmur of motor-connections somewhere south of here. That is all.
A warm column of air rises around you, encircling the building you stand on. You feel its twisting shape, bits of paper and birds -- on the thermal. Along with several million litres of water. All rising up into the great Insulindian sky.
A warm column of air rises around you -- up to the falling rain -- encircling the building you stand on. You feel its twisting shape, bits of paper and birds on the thermal. Along with several million litres of water. All rising back into the great Insulindian sky.
A column of air rises around you, encircling the building you stand on. You feel its twisting shape, bits of paper and birds -- on the thermal. Along with several million litres of water as the snow melts on the ground. All rising up into the great Insulindian sky.