The sun was reluctant to sink around the planet as it fired up streaks of orange into the grey-blue haze. Feverish wisps sought (and succeeded!) to break up the sky-gatherings and inject breeze-fuelled tempestuousness as they waved goodbye to the day. The dusky clouds settled again after the hot-blooded physical disturbance - never the same though as they struggled to remember and reassemble their dishevelled appearance and outlook they had thought was concrete and settled for the night.
Maybe they made new acquaintances to dance with as the moon rose, maybe they grieved for partners lost. Change is inevitable no matter how beautifully formed one's current existence.