the funny thing about clouds is that their visible structure differs depending on the surrounding area. you might associate a summer's day with a large, chunky but spaced-out nimbus. at night, you either look for the stars behind the clouds and grow dismayed when they're being obscured by the dark violet apparations or you grow angry when the "rare and special moon phase" can't be observed because nature decided that clouds needed to occur that night. or during sunset, when their wispy shapes conform to the colors of the surrounding area, making a beautiful and warm glow even more cozy just by existing.
but the thing about clouds for me isn't about their physical nature, nor what occurs in the stratosphere to make them work the way they do, no, not even the effects that would cause the world to end if they didn't exist.
clouds to me, are a feeling. not like, on cloud nine or anything, no.
clouds to me are that feeling after a long day, when you can lay down for the first time and *breathe*
that feeling of your whole body relaxing and all of the tension from the day slipping away just from one movement.
its pulling your favorite stuffed animal closer to you while you settle into the best part of the day, its opening youtube and discord to make yourself feel less alone
now imagine with me; if you will; a cloud surrounded by whatever environment makes you feel most *you*, for me its like a small den with a fire place, but its always cold enough to justify cuddling up for comfort. this is the example we'll be working with
imagine this feeling of release from being on your cloud- no tension, no stress, just you and the things you care about- combined with that environment that makes you feel safe but small, like the way settling into your parents bed as a child would make you feel.
this is how i felt that night.
all day was like two cats that always saw each other through closed windows but finally got to go outside and see each other, and as the sun set and the pure excitement of the day started being overtaken with exhaustion, i was in that cloud. i was in that den. i felt like a child again; safe and secure, and happy.
i had no intentions of curling up and crashing that early that night, but the presence of something that makes me so comfortable cannot be ignored
waking up and feeling like hours had passed, only to open my eyes and see you still laying there with me was something i'll never forget the feeling of. like waking up from a dream and expecting to be sad that its over, but the opposite.
i've never met a person that was also a cloud until i met him, my cloud boy, my nimbus.
the sun shines through him like god's rays, he makes the flowers thrive and brings joy just by walking into a room. i don't know how a boy can be made of cloud, but i know what i saw and i know who he is.
he is like a beacon, shining and consistent. he is always there, through every weather formation and even through the naysayers getting mad that things can't be exactly the way they want it to be.
the stars will be out another night,
the moon will shine again,
the sunset will persist without shade one night,
even the hottest summer days can be without him,
but nimbus' light will always be there.
when you feel positive feelings, its him.
its my cloud boy <3
