A Walk In The Clouds May 2026

He realized Clara was right. The clouds were a reservoir of the lost.

Finally, he reached a clearing in the vapor. Standing there was a small figure, her back to him, staring out at a horizon where the sun was beginning to burn through the haze, turning the white world into a sea of liquid gold. A Walk In The Clouds

He headed back to the village, no longer walking away from the clouds, but waiting for the next time they decided to descend. He realized Clara was right

He walked for what felt like hours, or perhaps seconds, through a gallery of his own life. He saw the first archway he ever built, the stones shimmering in the mist. He saw the face of his wife as a young girl, her laughter rendered in a flurry of ice crystals. Standing there was a small figure, her back