Part II – The Clouds
It was somewhat funny that he had managed to retain only one friend that he'd known from eight years prior. Everyone else had drifted off as their lives became busier and their priorities called to them. A big filter had narrowed it down. His best friend.
As he floated around where he pleased, wherever the need took him, she'd be the one reliable thing – the one constant – he knew he could always go back to, and even through her busy lifestyle she always had time for him.
But even now she seemed so reticent. It was like she was pulling in one direction – and it happened to be away from him.
And then, on the other hand, there were times when she had performed a complete 360 and acted in her old, familiar bossy way. He could only wish that the drifting attribute wouldn't take over permanent familiarity.
Sure . . . he had been slow on the uptake – until that one friend of his had swiftly admonished that by explaining the adorable quality of it. He always liked to annoy her and keep her on her toes. He could zap her and set her off like crazy.
And then she went and began to pretend that he didn't have that effect on her anymore.
So as she swatted him off idly, he began to plot another way to strike up that old spark of vivaciousness. What he didn't know was that he wouldn't have to plot for very long because it came to him through an unexpected change in the course of the wind.
