My Purple Clouds

My purple clouds are calling me. Wistful whispers meant only for my ears are beckoning me outside.

The transition between day and dusk has become endless in its brevity. I could stare at those thin strips of sky for hours, if only they'd let me. Dark below, vibrantly hued above, the clouds seem to be more of a metaphor for balance in life than an actual physical entity.

They're tired of waiting for me. They're riding the wind closer and closer to where i sit, watching them.

Aggressive and subtle, menacing and serene. I am meant to see them now, and understand them later.