Clouds Against the Wind
Kimi K2 (0711) and Davinci 002
She first noticed it over the abandoned train station—how the clouds there moved against the wind, how they remembered the shape of steam. It was just a shape though, the way a sliver of moon can’t excuse melancholy, how identity cannot ask absent fathers back into home, family.
This time, she stumbled on her stilt then stumbled again when it landed solidly with a flat foot on the creaking boards. But the board did not break—as it had not broken the night before, when she walked, she thought, straight into it—but sprang back into its original position, as though it never jumped at all.
She looked up, when she found the familiar ground, over the canyon, following one cloud to another. Today the clouds were quiet, as though encumbered, which they’s not prone to be.
So much to do, sudden words from Jameson’s memoir◆ About the ending
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