Cirrus
They trained their big eyes upward, to the sky, glittering sacrifices in their hands, cut fresh from Earth’s appendage. “It’s a song,” they whispered, or wanted to whisper, their quiet voices crushed underfoot in the mare’s wild rampage across the arching virga.

Noctilucent
As a little girl growing up, there were many things she wanted to be; a princess, a doctor, a superhero saving people from their sadness. But years later, as she and her lover soared across the night sky, she knew, it was all she ever wanted just to be a part of that burning twilight.

Altostratus
Wig, make-up, plastic, masks, prosthetics; just a few more days, no time to be different if you want to be cool, if you want to make sure no one ever sees who you are, (who are you?) who you are because if they do, if they do, ifffftheyyyyyydooooooooo…

Cumulus
They spent their days on the boat, or in the field, drinking sweet milk and eating sticky fruit plucked fresh from bowing branches. “Sometimes,” said Marie (she was the youngest, and the prettiest, and the one who knew the most but said the least). “I wish these summer days would never end. I wish that, like the clouds we try and make sense of, we could bloom upward and outward, and on, into forever.”

Interstellar
They were the future, the ones with the stars in their hair. They were everything anyone could ever hope to be, and they didn’t even know it, not even when they sailed into the inky blackness.