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All pics below are of Sunday's beautiful sunset over Greenbelt Lake. I saw some cloud shapes that made story shapes in me head. There were beautiful pics to capture everywhere I pointed my camera, so I took dozens. I wouldn't know how to begin to pick which of them I should show you all, so the story below helped me pick a manageable amount to upload. I usually sharpen my pics and adjust the light, but I decided to leave these pics as is.
Keep in mind that when I point out the figures and shapes I see in clouds, no one can ever see what the hell I'm looking at. Does this happen to you, too? Maybe it will go better with the photos I take of those shapes, along with some description. If, at the end of this story, you can't find the figure I'm referring to in a photo, please say so in comments and maybe I'll be able to describe it a little further, which will probably be an effort in futility for both of us, and immensely frustrating, and ruin our evenings, and result in multiple defriendings forever and ever, but what's a journal for if you can't use it to show uniquely awesome cloud shapes never before seen in the history of cloudiness ever to your friends, I ask you?
RABBIT AND DRAGON'S DINNER: A Picfic in Clouds and Water
Warnings: This story contains a mythical creature threatening violence to an animal and a general description of dental extraction. There are also descriptions of bleeding applied to cloud colors. In other words, it's a story for children because adults are jerks.
Rabbit hopped along with her head in the Clouds, dreaming her own dreams. Consequently, she did not see Dragon until she was nose to jaws with her. She looked up at Dragon's great red maw, her big red fangs pointing downward, her long steel body with red gleaming ridges wrapping before and above her, the end coiled elegantly behind her, her clear eye fixed on none other than herself, Rabbit, Dragon's next meal.
And Dragon looked at Rabbit's little gray head, and two little gray ears, fluffy gray body, pink paws before and pink legs behind, and bright pink bobbed tail, and Dragon said, "Well now. Dinner has found me."
But Rabbit stared straight ahead and saw the big old cavity down to the roots in one of Dragon's bottom fangs and said, "You're really not going to enjoy eating me, or, for that matter, anyone else for dinner with that terrible aching tooth of yours. Say, I could pull out that tooth for you, if you will agree to not eat me. Then you'll actually be able to savor what you eat thereafter. I'm rather a good healer, if you'll let me."
And Dragon pondered what Rabbit said: "Your suggestion is sound. I would prefer not aching to eating you for dinner. I can always have someone else for dinner. So, I agree to your terms. Please proceed."
So Rabbit, a True Professional, picked up the anesthetic needle nestled among the Trees and pierced Dragon's jaw so skillfully that Dragon felt no pain from it.
Then Rabbit, her pink nose gleaming, picked up the great pliers in her paws. With her clear and astute eyes, she studied the angle of the gold shining tooth, gleaming more brightly than the dentist's lamp Rabbit had set up in Dragon's upper jaw. With one precise motion, she pulled out the giant tooth.
It was a mighty tooth with mighty roots, angry, red, and dripping.
"Wow!" said Dragon. " I certainly don't feel like my blood has spattered all the Clouds around us like this. I feel terrific!"
'Hush!" said Rabbit. "Your mighty jaw still bleeds." And she grabbed a great big swab of light fluffy Clouds and dabbed Dragon's jaw with them.
Dragon's jaw kept bleeding still through the Clouds, and Rabbit was afraid that if it didn't stop soon, her blood might drip and drip upon the Earth and Sea and bath them red forever, and wasn't that what Mars was for? Such cosmic redundancy was certainly uncalled for.
Dragon dabbed her mouth with her mighty paw and wiped it on the clouds below. Though some drops of Dragon's blood reached the Sea, the Clouds absorbed the rest. "Thank goodness!" said Rabbit. "The bleeding has stopped, and none too soon." She had a reputation for clean, precision work to uphold.
Dragon shrugged, no weaker for the blood she shed. She grinned at Rabbit and said, "You are a good friend to have, Rabbit. I am glad I did not have you for dinner. You are quite competent."
Rabbit's gray fur fluffed in relief and she said, "It is good to be respected for what I can do, rather than be eaten for what I cannot. If you will make dinner for me, and not of me, we can eat together and chat, and maybe I will come to consider you a friend as well. It depends."
Turtle has a big, gray bumpy head, a big gray shell, and a gold gleaming under-shell. She laughed her great big laugh and clapped her little gray paws to see Dragon and Rabbit speaking so companionably together after so many years of enmity.
Her expectations for companionableness as low as her shell was large, Turtle sang with glee to see no one biting and no one fleeing, and dove gleaming into the Sea, setting it ablaze in her wake with the fire of her joy.
The fiery ripples spread far and wide, filling the Sea with gladness, each carrying away harmonies upon Turtle's song.
Oak waved to her as she passed, and skated over the glorious ripples that swirled shoreward in Turtle's fiery wake.
Grass swayed and smiled as she passed, and watched her dive, shining brightly still on the bottom of the Sea.
And the Clouds blushed full with Cherry Blossoms. The Clouds then cradled the Blossoms with the tender softness they were most talented at.
The Earth and Sea were glad to see the Cherry Blossoms smiling down at them, and so lovingly wrapped for slumber by the Clouds.
One by one, all Colors slipped away into the night, singing their goodbyes to Earth and Sea and Sky, all Colors but one. Earth and Sea and Sky held Blue Indigo tight, telling her they loved her. Then slowly, they let her go, the last and the first, to dance after her siblings. The Three knew she would wake them soon enough, and so gently in the morning from their dreams of wind and birdsong, bringing the light.
The End.
Keep in mind that when I point out the figures and shapes I see in clouds, no one can ever see what the hell I'm looking at. Does this happen to you, too? Maybe it will go better with the photos I take of those shapes, along with some description. If, at the end of this story, you can't find the figure I'm referring to in a photo, please say so in comments and maybe I'll be able to describe it a little further, which will probably be an effort in futility for both of us, and immensely frustrating, and ruin our evenings, and result in multiple defriendings forever and ever, but what's a journal for if you can't use it to show uniquely awesome cloud shapes never before seen in the history of cloudiness ever to your friends, I ask you?
RABBIT AND DRAGON'S DINNER: A Picfic in Clouds and Water
Warnings: This story contains a mythical creature threatening violence to an animal and a general description of dental extraction. There are also descriptions of bleeding applied to cloud colors. In other words, it's a story for children because adults are jerks.
Rabbit hopped along with her head in the Clouds, dreaming her own dreams. Consequently, she did not see Dragon until she was nose to jaws with her. She looked up at Dragon's great red maw, her big red fangs pointing downward, her long steel body with red gleaming ridges wrapping before and above her, the end coiled elegantly behind her, her clear eye fixed on none other than herself, Rabbit, Dragon's next meal.
And Dragon looked at Rabbit's little gray head, and two little gray ears, fluffy gray body, pink paws before and pink legs behind, and bright pink bobbed tail, and Dragon said, "Well now. Dinner has found me."
But Rabbit stared straight ahead and saw the big old cavity down to the roots in one of Dragon's bottom fangs and said, "You're really not going to enjoy eating me, or, for that matter, anyone else for dinner with that terrible aching tooth of yours. Say, I could pull out that tooth for you, if you will agree to not eat me. Then you'll actually be able to savor what you eat thereafter. I'm rather a good healer, if you'll let me."
And Dragon pondered what Rabbit said: "Your suggestion is sound. I would prefer not aching to eating you for dinner. I can always have someone else for dinner. So, I agree to your terms. Please proceed."
So Rabbit, a True Professional, picked up the anesthetic needle nestled among the Trees and pierced Dragon's jaw so skillfully that Dragon felt no pain from it.
Then Rabbit, her pink nose gleaming, picked up the great pliers in her paws. With her clear and astute eyes, she studied the angle of the gold shining tooth, gleaming more brightly than the dentist's lamp Rabbit had set up in Dragon's upper jaw. With one precise motion, she pulled out the giant tooth.
It was a mighty tooth with mighty roots, angry, red, and dripping.
"Wow!" said Dragon. " I certainly don't feel like my blood has spattered all the Clouds around us like this. I feel terrific!"
'Hush!" said Rabbit. "Your mighty jaw still bleeds." And she grabbed a great big swab of light fluffy Clouds and dabbed Dragon's jaw with them.
Dragon's jaw kept bleeding still through the Clouds, and Rabbit was afraid that if it didn't stop soon, her blood might drip and drip upon the Earth and Sea and bath them red forever, and wasn't that what Mars was for? Such cosmic redundancy was certainly uncalled for.
Dragon dabbed her mouth with her mighty paw and wiped it on the clouds below. Though some drops of Dragon's blood reached the Sea, the Clouds absorbed the rest. "Thank goodness!" said Rabbit. "The bleeding has stopped, and none too soon." She had a reputation for clean, precision work to uphold.
Dragon shrugged, no weaker for the blood she shed. She grinned at Rabbit and said, "You are a good friend to have, Rabbit. I am glad I did not have you for dinner. You are quite competent."
Rabbit's gray fur fluffed in relief and she said, "It is good to be respected for what I can do, rather than be eaten for what I cannot. If you will make dinner for me, and not of me, we can eat together and chat, and maybe I will come to consider you a friend as well. It depends."
Turtle has a big, gray bumpy head, a big gray shell, and a gold gleaming under-shell. She laughed her great big laugh and clapped her little gray paws to see Dragon and Rabbit speaking so companionably together after so many years of enmity.
Her expectations for companionableness as low as her shell was large, Turtle sang with glee to see no one biting and no one fleeing, and dove gleaming into the Sea, setting it ablaze in her wake with the fire of her joy.
The fiery ripples spread far and wide, filling the Sea with gladness, each carrying away harmonies upon Turtle's song.
Oak waved to her as she passed, and skated over the glorious ripples that swirled shoreward in Turtle's fiery wake.
Grass swayed and smiled as she passed, and watched her dive, shining brightly still on the bottom of the Sea.
And the Clouds blushed full with Cherry Blossoms. The Clouds then cradled the Blossoms with the tender softness they were most talented at.
The Earth and Sea were glad to see the Cherry Blossoms smiling down at them, and so lovingly wrapped for slumber by the Clouds.
One by one, all Colors slipped away into the night, singing their goodbyes to Earth and Sea and Sky, all Colors but one. Earth and Sea and Sky held Blue Indigo tight, telling her they loved her. Then slowly, they let her go, the last and the first, to dance after her siblings. The Three knew she would wake them soon enough, and so gently in the morning from their dreams of wind and birdsong, bringing the light.
The End.
Tags:
- fic,
- flora,
- greenbelt lake,
- light,
- nature,
- picfic,
- water,
- weather yay!
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Your birthday card is going to arrive late, but at least my greeting can arrive early--Happy Birthday, you!!! *squishes*
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Beautiful pics!
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It is good to be respected for what I can do, rather than be eaten for what I cannot.
Awwww.
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True Tales from the Working and Not Working World!!! (-;
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Are we meeting at Libertore's at 1 tomorrow? Or should I come by and get you?
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Heee! Great line. :)
Clever and fun. Thanks to Julia for pointing me here.
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Thank you so much for stopping by!