Crocutate

Clouds don’t always tell you about themselves. That was what I thought as I trekked along a silent trail in the hills. No blue in the sky, instead masses of dark clouds dominating for miles beyond with fog looming below on the ground. Rain could only seem imminent, though I wasn’t concerned for it as I huffed up the incline towards home. Clenching my chilly hands in my pockets from the freezing air, my knuckles rubbed against a smooth, flat object. A flashback whizzed in my head of myself waking before dawn and reaching for my sketching journal. Did I end up seeing a wonderful sunrise to inspire from? Hard cheese! Not much of a good sight to draw inspiration from, but I suppose the uncertain sky made for a uniquely moody page. I shrugged my shoulders and continued trudging along in good time. The trail became evenly levelled as I found myself puffing for breath less, and walking towards the misty city of pines. Morning songbirds and crickets filled the air as I wandered inside