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I'm sitting in the living room and a small cloud comes in through the open window.
It wasn't fog. It didn't dissipate.
The cloud wandered around the room, pausing occasionally, as if inspecting the surroundings.
It came back to the window and halted over the plants. After a little adjustment it rained on them, carefully.
I just kept blinking as all of this was happening. It continued on its wanderings and inspection and finally came near me. The cloud stopped next to me and settled on the arm of my chair. I put my hand out and touched it. The sensation was like flecks of slightly damp breath. I took my hand away and the cloud lifted off the arm leaving a small damp patch.
The cloud floated to the open window and exited, seemingly rising straight up as I never saw it leave.
Only the ring left by the temporary damp patch reminds me of its visit.
Later.
It wasn't fog. It didn't dissipate.
The cloud wandered around the room, pausing occasionally, as if inspecting the surroundings.
It came back to the window and halted over the plants. After a little adjustment it rained on them, carefully.
I just kept blinking as all of this was happening. It continued on its wanderings and inspection and finally came near me. The cloud stopped next to me and settled on the arm of my chair. I put my hand out and touched it. The sensation was like flecks of slightly damp breath. I took my hand away and the cloud lifted off the arm leaving a small damp patch.
The cloud floated to the open window and exited, seemingly rising straight up as I never saw it leave.
Only the ring left by the temporary damp patch reminds me of its visit.
Later.