“Skylar lay on his blanket under a sun faintly warm, like the smile of a once-beautiful but now aging woman, beneath a mackerel sky seemingly created by Aeolus sneezing in his bubble bath and sending the suds across the heavens. Large and small, dense and more-widely outspread, crescents, filaments, balls, balloons, wedges, and tufts; some with tails bent back like scorpions, others with trunks curled up like elephants; some with diffuse borders and others with crisp delineations, giving the overall appearance sometimes of a highly magnified cell structure, sometimes of an equally magnified distant nebula, and sometimes of a gigantic ice floe breaking into pieces that drifted apart one from the other.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Skylar lay on his blanket under a sun faintly warm, like the smile of a once-beautiful but now aging woman, beneath a mackerel sky seemingly created by Aeolus sneezing in his bubble bath and sending the suds across the heavens. Large and small, dense and more-widely outspread, crescents, filaments, balls, balloons, wedges, and tufts; some […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n