Surf in the Sky
The mackerel clouds in the sky shine bright from one end to the dark and shadowed other end.
They ripple in perfect pattern through the shift of the still light sky, to the slowly approaching night. The perfect Ombre of the evening sky overlaid with this mackerel.
A girl, inconceivable to the human eye flies steadily through the clouds.
Her mode of transport, a surfboard.
She rides the wave through the sky, the earth magnificently above her. The green grassy heaves all but forgotten as her hair listens to gravity, flying above her.
She hops from cloud to cloud, the mackerel rising behind in harmonious cacophony as cloud being to crash into one another, as if all being swept up by god's cleaning brush.
She looks back. There is no smile as she stands in her stance. More… expectation.
She waits as the clouds pile up, rising higher and higher towards the earth. The ground above her head rises up to meet them. The tip of a mountain, mirrored by the cloud mountain behind her.
The peaks touch.
And soon the mountain above her is far away.
But the mountain behind her comes crashing down. Cloud smashing over cloud as if each one fought the other to reach stability above the earth again
The girl pulls her legs in, breaking her stance till she stands tall on her board. Her hands are together in silent prayer as the sun breaks through from below in front of her casting a radiant glow over the clouds.
She and the board suddenly drop back, flying free fall towards the mountain of clouds that crash over one another towards her.
Suddenly, the clouds smooth out, combing into one massive sheet of elastic mackerel. She lands with her board against the wall of cloud.
And drops into the barrel of the wave.
From the tube in the sky, she looks up at the earth and smiles.
She rides the wave until she drops out of the crashing tube. And into the sky.
Her long blond her glimmers as she yawns.
This is the girl.
That surfs the sky.