“The Cloud”
“Lucinda stared up at the sky. A gigantic, solid mass of shell-pink cloud stretched across three quarters of the firmament, billowing like a baby’s covering blanket. The edge of the huge cloud was curled up, scroll-like. The surface of the formation was completely smooth, not in the least ruffled. A wonderful sense of peace and tranquility emanated from that cloud. Lucinda realized that a shaman would have seen it as the perfect symbol of the culmination of the young woman’s long “day” at college. From that immense, peaceful cloud fell an invisible vapor of tranquility, which settled on Lucinda and her little balcony. Nature seemed to be laying her down to sleep, as a loving mother does her precious baby. The air, once again perfumed by the flowering vines that clung to the stone facade of the dormitory, was rich with life-force, laden with potency, and charged with new life.”