The cloud castles in the sky stare down at me mercurially. I stare back, head tilted to hear the tiny tinkle of cumulonimbal conversations.
I think of Ellie from Up. Eyes closed. Breeze taking me somewhere thousands of miles away. Paris, actually. Reminded of a place I've never been, that I feared would rob me of someone I loved.
No: Love
Not so many years ago.
I smell the rain in ashen clouds long before the sidewalks bleed petrichor. Seasons early, in fact.
Not that my precognition has ever been worth a damn.
12:04 a.m. - 2014-09-03
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