2:13 PM - Just above

Seeing clouds in the city is more than a hobbie. Someone might say: "It's a craft". From sunrise till dawn run like fugitives, like thieves that just escape out from under the earth. Like thirsty nomads crossing the desert, they only have hurry to survive. I can't imagine any other kind of clouds in the city, those with agressive mix of colours, from grey to red and violet, leaving a trail of questions, a path to the inner circle.
Who can stand immovile to this spectacle? Can anyone stay in blank when shreds cross the above?
I cannot say if this visions calm demons, but certanly make this earth a little easier to digest. Just to watch the reflection of human soul above some of it's most precious creations, might be a sign of times.

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