Passing Through

Ridged with depth and light, the clouds cut off the sun, its last rays shooting off, vivid, angular, frantic. Soon darkness would erase texture, and the moment would melt. But that’s later, you are here with me now, no wishing needed. Each cloud was well-defined, as it should be: some glowing with light, some were meekly succumbing to darkness, some were fighting gloriously with their path towards darkness, and some were darkness, low and foreboding. Each left a distinct impression upon my moment. You weren’t sure if one was moving forwards or backwards. And the sky shone deep blue behind and above. Then passed the sun upon me and the present drifted off.