Condition of Air
Right now, on the last day of the weekend, a very strange cloud drifts by and starts filling his window frame. A cloud he has never seen before. He doesn’t understand a thing of it. And he, of all people, really did learn the cloud encyclopedia by heart. Even more than once. But this cloud is different. Somehow he could not identify him at all. Sharp white lines mark the contours of the cloud. It is straight from top to bottom. A dark color marks the lower part while the sides are all white. He grabs the cloud encyclopedia from the pile of books next to him, checking it again, but soon realised it could not help him at all. It leaves him in total darkness.
Frustrated, he sits upright in his chair. His back strained. He has no idea what to do. A wave of doubt takes over his thoughts. How is this possible? But he does not get a whole lot of time to think about it. As quickly as the cloud appeared, it would disappear. Now a new cloud floats in front of his window, and then another, and another. After the fourth he had forgotten the whole thing even happened. Sucked back into his own little world.
At the end of the afternoon, clouds started to move very slowly. The wind was decreasing. De sky slowly turned from an orange shade to red. The sun was settling in. Slowly the man leans back in his chair. Relaxing. He settles his feet on the pile of books with the cloud encyclopedia on top. Satisfied, he looks back at his weekend. He did not let any cloud pass by without paying attention to it. Thinking of it, his eyes become heavy more and more when the room slowly fills with darkness.