Melting Clouds

As the peep is penetrating the impregnable desert scenery, torpid droplets keep dripping. Cracks welcoming the refreshing sensation. Opening further for a new input of the stashed liquid invaluable. As if the interstices in the encrusted layer of almost unimaginable dryness were not merely tiny branches of the labyrinthine, treelike web. The desert ocean like a thirsty field holding fast the roots of drained plants, maintaining their immobility in accord with the freezing silence of the scorching sunshine saturating the omniscient desert ocean.

Droplets of heat sneaking into the miniscule capillaries. Stashed liquid finds its way through the labyrinth. Cunningly so. The mold melting with each nanomovement of the swarm of fluttering moths. Each nanomovement is being driven towards the halt, as the liquid invaluable obstinately sustains supply for the layers in need. As the peep is steadily attached to the amber.

With each nanocontingent of the liquid supply, the cracks enhance the vibrations sent to the cloud’s puke. Each droplet of fiery sunshine melts a mollicule in the protective cloudy membrane. A miniature liquid lump slowly falling. Slowly heading towards the thirsty roots. Dry capillaries. A kiss of dew infects the landscape.

The desert ocean infected by the kiss of dew. No fluttering disturbs the mold melting as the scorching dew dries it. Hard-headedly refraining from mobility, the exhausted roots are being invigorated as the dewy desert is being transformed into its ingredients : at the same time, it is the whole and what constitutes it.

The peep, too, is being transmuted into what it perceives : the whole and what constitutes it. As the golden dryness of the plants covering the field is reconfirming indefatigable endurance, the cloud is galvanizing its susceptibility to receiving with innate easiness more of that cunning traveler through the maze of thirst. As it now more eagerly lets the droplets meet the awaiting inhabitants of the deserted field, the sunshine spills the majestic warmth.

Tiny, yet tireless, capillaries are laboriously transmitting the messages packaged in the vibe immemorial. Vibe-conveyors / liquid-suppliers. The glance makes a tiny move, as if withdrawing from the membrane, as it is being solidified through a seamless, yet undoubted, modification from a pearly shower to lacy whiteness staring back unshakably.

The sunshine was golden. The air smelled of brightness.