***I’ve decided that I once again can’t seem to squash my
dreams of being an actual writer. Starting today for 1 month I will take a
picture (either taken that day or recently) from my phone and write about it.
Might be long might be short might be crap might be awesome. Who knows, let’s
give it a shot.***
The Clouds Are Invading
Like fungi they overtook the mountains. Creeping slowly,
quietly and once gaining a foothold they seemed to spread and grow. As the
clouds rubbed themselves on the mountains THEY emerged and took over. As simple
and fresh as rain they fall from the clouds. Tiny silver spiders of light.
While the clouds cling the spiders work. Covering the mountains in dew or snow
or rain or dust. They work, invisible and they conquer. They claim the mountain
in the name of the elements until humanity demands it back, treading on their
work. The clouds linger, gripping tightly to every branch and blade of grass.
Fighting to reclaim its brother. Struggling with goodbyes the clouds grow on
the mountains. They invade, take hold and fall in love. Until the wind and sun
rip them apart.
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