drawing nr774

A pink smooth cloud. Or so one would think it would be.
Everything dark but the cloud so high it catches some light. As if it
amplified what little it could get like a soft machine altering its hue
to a bright pink. It was stationary despite the wind. Its edges
distinct against the sky, a smooth oblong perfectly still. At its top
edge one could faintly make out that it was losing some steam to
the wind, leaving a faint trail. It spoke to the wallwatcher. It was
hard to make out the words. A repeating mantra that would end
with a soft hiss then begin again. It was not a clear message, more
letting anyone who would listen know it was there pondering its
mantra. The wallwatcher’s hand was in its left pocket where 6 rock
pebbles were kept. They made clean sharp sounds when they
touched. It was a safety measure. If anything happened, the
wallwatcher could hold the pebbles and be able to ignore just
about anything. Nothing much happened anyway, but it was a
comfort when breakfast had not been had. The wallwatcher had 3
eggs and a leek and a plan for consuming. There was no
bacon anymore. But there were plenty of other good things, and the
water was clean. The wallwatcher was a little envious of the pink
cloud. It fed on sunlight and steam to sustain itself without giving
it much thought. The wallwatcher would go hungry for long spells
as a protest against its lot. Then it would be happy to consume,
grateful for the beauty of it all. Grateful for not knowing its true
nature. The wallwatcher had determined it was a wall. It also
understood that there was something behind it like there was
always something behind anything. It caused no distress. And there
were the pebbles that would defend against pretty much anything.
The wallwatcher had walked as close to the pink cloud as possible
at the uttermost point of the pier. Close to the cloud, it was possible
to make out more of the assets of the pink cloud’s mantra. It was
impossible to replicate, even with the best of machines. It was just
so rich, and the replicas would always come out lacking. Good to
have anyway on days when the pink cloud was missed. The
wallwatcher would sometimes utter concerns to the pink cloud. It
would then halt its chant. It never replied but always left the
wallwatcher with the notion it wanted to know more.