Time spent waiting, translated…
“When the clouds looked like fish scales, we don’t need to turn the grains over as we set them outside tomorrow”, it’s describing the high accumulations of clouds.
And for two years, I’d, kept that habit of looking out my window when I wake up in the morn, to see the clouds.
There are changes every single day to the cloud formations, sometimes, it’s, so barely noticeable, sometimes, the clouds would gather up into bundles, sometimes, the clouds looked like animals………there are, four separate classifications for them: lower clouds, mid-height clouds, high clouds, and, extended clouds.
photo from online…
Yesterday, the clouds were, of the mid-height levels, the fish scale patterns allowed for the sun to shine down, meant that there’s, stability in the weather, that we will, have another day of sun.
And, just as the clouds told, today is, sunny—clearing away the bad weathers of previous days before.
“The last of them, number 1154 of room 403.”, the warden called out.
“Although it’s sunny now, the temperature is still, a bit low, she’s afraid of the cold…………besides, she would probably be, bringing the quilt outside, to get some sun………she’s probably going to be here the next time.”, Inmate #1621 thought to himself.
So, this, is someone, waiting for someone to come visit, and, the inmate’s days would probably be like the skies, changing, with whether or not someone whom s/he cared about comes for a visit or not…
Life, the Obstacle Course 