Clouds:

by | May 3, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments

The clouds in Brittany were like no other he’d witnessed before.

Every time he took the bus home he’d notice them. It was so difficult to get a decent photograph from the window of the moving bus. Just as the opportunity presented itself, a speed hump would tilt the phone and the image was skewed. Or one of the few remaining trees would obscure the view.

Why couldn’t he remember to take a picture on one of his many walks or when he took Her out for a drive? Giving it up as a bad job, he decided to admire the view for himself; after all, who else was there to share it with him?

The clouds in Brittany were like no other he’d witnessed before. Yes, there were the usual types with their latin names which he was sure meant something. Nevertheless, in this special region there was something different about them. That something continued to elude him.

Having spent some time climbing in the alps, he was aware of how clouds could be the window to the weather. Up there in the Haute Savoie, one’s life could depend on the interpretation of the fluffy shapes made by water vapour trapped in the earth’s many layers. It was like reading your own fortune, as you woke up and the first thing you looked at was the sky.

He promised himself, as he alighted at his stop, that the next day would be dedicated to the study of the celestial beauties that had eluded him.

***

The following morning, nevertheless, he had forgotten all about his plan. As he rolled up the blinds, he was greeted by a sheet of azure punctured by a yellow gash which spilled its golden contents on the earth below. Buildings, trees and other structures were sprayed with gilt on the sides which faced the sun. The scene filled him with a narcotic enthusiasm to savour the day.

He showered, ate a meagre breakfast and set off for the coast. The roads were empty and welcoming to his desire to lose himself in their smooth metalled surface. He nursed Her around the sweeping bends and punched her into the long dipping straights. They were one in a way only this part of the world could allow.

The sky blue was joined by its deep cousin over the next hill as the ocean beckoned. Its dark hue filled the hollows and cracks ahead, adding another dimension to the green landscape. Still he was oblivious of the promise he’d made to himself the day before.

The day ended and he put Her to bed like he had so many times with his children. As he closed the blinds, he noticed one tiny shape in the iodine sky. Curved voluptuously on the top, its lower surface was rigidly flat as if a child had dropped his ice cream on a piece of glass. He stared in amazement at the small aberration that dared to pollute the perfect backdrop.

He promised himself, as he lowered the blind, that the next day would be dedicated to the study of the celestial beauties that had eluded him. 

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