Cloudscape in soft pastels
Searching, reaching. they know it’s here somewhere. They can feel the coldness biting into their soft edges, sweeping into their core, like a metal placing ice into cosy snow-laden bellies. The chill is resolute against the winter sun that’s doing its best to warm up the world. Stretching still further they see that pure blue ceiling, that never ending unbroken platform that resides above the clouds, if only they can climb high enough.