alistairmather

The whales went flying by today.
The sun was just starting to set when we first heard the air reverberating with their songs. The sky shimmered and danced with color and the soft white fuzz of pollen. Streamers of cloud reflected light and sound back to the earth.
And then the first of the whales broke across the horizon.
They swam and cavorted in fading golden light and low sonorous sounds. Their lined blue hides rippled with shadow and flash, now reflecting the last of the sun's rays, now eclipsed by the clouds they wound through.
The pod was massive, its members filling the sky and stirring more soft white dander from the fields spread out below. The grass and weeds flowed in eldritch patterns, swept by the displaced particles of the whale's wakes.
We sat on our blanket, feeling the fading warmth of the day through its soft cotton weave, and watched the whales go by till the sun set, and we were left with nothing but the infinite stars and the last echoes of the whales haunting songs.