I lay on top of the cliff, the long blades of grassed itched at my exposed skin, but I wasn't bothered. I was content, wistfully gazing at the dense, blooming clouds that floated aimlessly overhead. They thrived in an abundance, and were all painted a rich colour of white- I began to reminisce about the days where we'd use to cloud-gaze and mould the clouds into different shapes and talk fruitfully about what we saw.
A face came into view and startled me for a second, before I began to familiarise the blonde locks, the blue eyes and chirpy look.
"how's the cloud gazing?" he laughed, I wafted my hand in the air, a measly attempt to get him to move out of the way and stop puncturing my view. Nevertheless he did. "Mind if I join?" he asked, but he took the answer he wanted to hear and perched down beside me, his head resting on his outstretched hands.
"call me crazy, but can you see Kanye West in the cloud," I spoke through my giggles, my hand pointed out to this assemblage of clouds. I looked over at Reece, his eyes squinted and his head twitched in all different angles; the answer was right on his face.
"I can see the world," he spoke absent-mindedly. I stared at him, as if to continue but he looked back at me with a cheeky look. "Kanye is my world," he joked, and I laughed alongside him.
"You know, I use to listen to Kanye a lot with Misty." I laughed, I never told anyone about this, but we were Kanye mega fans back in the day.
"No way!" He spoke, sitting upright, completely absorb into my petty little tale.
"We use to put on concerts in our house and everything," I continued, feeling my face as it turned rosy.
"Was she your friend?" he asked, "Misty?" and my eyes widened and my face went blank - this was the first time I'd spoken about her to anyone.
"No," I spoke bluntly, diverting my attention back towards the clouds, which had now consumed a more golden undertone. "she's my sister," I said,
"Oh. I didn't know you had a sister," Reece began.
"Does that cloud look like a stack of pancakes to you," I interrupted, pointing at a clad of clouds that struck no resemblance of pancakes what so ever.
"I see a heart." He spoke after a while of figuring out, I disagreed, it didn't look like much to me. "I like the way your brain works though," he laughed, but I was unsure of what he meant.
"I use to think clouds were smoke from the trains that had been trapped up in the sky." He said and I smiled, that was sweet.
"I use to think it was cotton wool," I said generically, "I like the way your brain works, you're imaginative." I mimicked with a smile.
"Kids do have the craziest minds though, other than yours of course." He teased and I smirked.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, intrigued of his response.
"In what way does that cloud look like a stack of pancakes," he announced, pointing at the clouds, and I began laughing, if only he knew what I was trying to do.
"I don't know," I sighed. "I just thought- ha, no I don't know!" I laughed. We sat for a few minutes just watching the clouds being carried by the whisper of wind. You could hear both of our minds whir as we watched every floating cloud and tried to characterise them all, we both stay silent, absorb in our creative and colourful thoughts.
"I use to think when I was little that angels sat on the clouds and watched down on you. I use to think they controlled the weather judging on how good you'd been. If you'd upset them, it would rain, if you made them happy, they'd bring the sunshine. I use to think that when you died you'd be sent to the clouds because that's where heaven was located.
I guess as a kid I was introduced to all the ancient paintings of the Gods in clouds and how they lived their lives upon the clouds. That's what I use to believe." I said poignantly. I looked over to Reece who looked back at me, his eyes like puppy dogs as he stared back full of curiosity.
"That was beautiful," he said. "truly."
I looked over with a shrug, and he smiled. "You're truly mesmerising Shiloh. You seem so enclosed but you just blossom with your words and your artwork. I feel like I'm in a trance." His hand grazed over the top of mine, I looked down at them both, and clasped his hand into mine.
"You have a way with words Reece," I started.
"and that's why I'm a musician." he said with a cheek.
YOU ARE READING
beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
