August

Chapter One- Rosemary


August in a troubled mind, and leaves are falling.
Lightly, and with a swish, they swirl darkly towards the ground to pile up against her vision. They are black and rotten and it makes her want to cry. The world shouldn’t be this way. The leaves brush against her like spiderwebs. She hates spiders.

Bands of gold reach down into the water like elongated fingers, stretching for the mystery below, but they can never touch it.
Clouds like another world, cleaner, blanker, but vastly more complex and beautiful. The loneliest place I ever saw was just beyond my reach. From behind an airplane window I watched this world go by. Piled spires like castles of white-and-grey cotton spun from the finest and softest of thread, so fine and soft that it wasn’t even real. Great caves and tunnels and mind-numbing drops into the green land below. Green, even lovely sometimes, but wounded, Diseased. Something grey with lights that shone too bright and rude crawled sickeningly, growing, spreading…she was glad she was not in the Land Below, however beautiful it was. Here, in the cold palaces of the sky, nothing could touch her. And the clouds were so beautiful they hurt.