A grounded cloud
An afternoon mist stole the warmth from the spring day. The grass carried a frosted coat, the distant trees were indistinguishable from one another. Everything was green and blue, washed in white, wet. I shivered as she ran through this grounded cloud, her laughter muted in the thickened air.
We returned home with curled hair. I guess we left the front door open. Damp footprints marked our passage on the wood floors. The cat did not escape.
