“The Sky”

“Above me the sun had been cloud-hidden, like a theatrical star in front of whom feathery fans were held so that she should not be prematurely seen. But there was wind on high and the humble, broken cumulus now began to move, stretching out of compaction into distinctiveness. The sun was no longer a faint, old-silvered glow obscured by thick padding; it began to send faint radiations of warmth through the brisk air. It seemed like a slumbering giant beginning to regain consciousness. Uniquely carved clouds now separated from one other, though staying in close association. Two special ones remained directly before the sun: one had a cleft in its right side, that closest to the sun, and an oblong hole further into its mass, which gave it an amazing resemblance to a laughing wolf, his upper lip raised, his visible eye partially shut, with beetling, fluffy eyebrows tickling it. The other cloud was a miniature island kingdom with a turreted castle built of thick vapor, an arrow-headed, thrusting spire rising on its innermost edge, snowscapes, and bounding seas of blue sky.”