A rather failed attempt to get an image out of my head...
I can see it from my office window. We all can. I know that most of the city is watching it, just as we are.
Watching as it moves through our city of iron-glass with a sinister grace.
From here it is silent; each separate fragment catching a bit of light, making it shimmer in the evening sun.
It moves like a blanket caught in a breeze; wide, flat and serpentine as it parts only to scrape around the buildings in it's way.
Millions upon millions of crystal dust fragments, joined in their intimate, destructive dance due to the heavy air and cold climate.
I remember thinking that it was beautiful when I was young; a thought that has stayed with me even now that I know of its destructive power. Many things that are beautiful and graceful are dangerous. I believe that only adds to their charm.
The streets are empty. No one is foolish enough to step outside until the Cleaning Crew that is following this cloud has done their job.
I envy it.
To be so alive and free.
Powerful, dangerous, deadly and beautiful.
What must it be like, to be such untouchable perfection?
Watching as it moves through our city of iron-glass with a sinister grace.
From here it is silent; each separate fragment catching a bit of light, making it shimmer in the evening sun.
It moves like a blanket caught in a breeze; wide, flat and serpentine as it parts only to scrape around the buildings in it's way.
Millions upon millions of crystal dust fragments, joined in their intimate, destructive dance due to the heavy air and cold climate.
I remember thinking that it was beautiful when I was young; a thought that has stayed with me even now that I know of its destructive power. Many things that are beautiful and graceful are dangerous. I believe that only adds to their charm.
The streets are empty. No one is foolish enough to step outside until the Cleaning Crew that is following this cloud has done their job.
I envy it.
To be so alive and free.
Powerful, dangerous, deadly and beautiful.
What must it be like, to be such untouchable perfection?