My first shot at cloud slicing, I did it wrong. Supposed to be lying in the grass- I was sat in a plastic chair, on a red brick patio. It wasn't an ideal day for it- some chem trail wake, hazy cloud cover. But a few fluffies off in the distance.
Pick out a fluffy and start concentrating. Spent some time, nothing really happening. Then I sort of half blink, lose focus just momentarily. When I refocus on the cloud, it seems as though the picture has shifted significantly. It looks like the crosshairs of a telescopic gun sight is directly over the center of one half of the cloud I was trying to slice. Other clouds look like blood spray or lines of force ejecting from the center of that half cloud. Like I had just shot it.
Then, just as I realize what I'm looking at, a light breeze blows up behind me just enough to play two notes on the wind chime alongside. The last one higher than the first. Like a Duck Hunt video game confirming a target hit. Ding, ding!
I laughed for long while. I told myself that this was Rani's idea of what my cloud slicing looks like. Not mine. Either that, or there's something about plastic and red brick that turns me into a caricature of myself...
Nah. It's probably Rani's fault.
Pick out a fluffy and start concentrating. Spent some time, nothing really happening. Then I sort of half blink, lose focus just momentarily. When I refocus on the cloud, it seems as though the picture has shifted significantly. It looks like the crosshairs of a telescopic gun sight is directly over the center of one half of the cloud I was trying to slice. Other clouds look like blood spray or lines of force ejecting from the center of that half cloud. Like I had just shot it.
Then, just as I realize what I'm looking at, a light breeze blows up behind me just enough to play two notes on the wind chime alongside. The last one higher than the first. Like a Duck Hunt video game confirming a target hit. Ding, ding!
I laughed for long while. I told myself that this was Rani's idea of what my cloud slicing looks like. Not mine. Either that, or there's something about plastic and red brick that turns me into a caricature of myself...
Nah. It's probably Rani's fault.