The little cloud, puffy and heavy laden, rushes across the otherwise still sky. A large group of clouds is gathered as a hard, grazing on the blue of the sky. The little cloud rams into a much larger cloud at the outside of the group. As the larger cloud shifts slightly, the last rays of sunset cover the azure of the sky. The sunset completes.
Dammit, Stew! You are late again! And why didja have to bump into me? rumbles Cliff, Stew’s mentor, and friend.
Cliff, I am so so sorry! It won’t happen again!
Were you hanging out with the storm clouds again?
Yeah… yeah, I was. Sandy is just so pretty!
Stew, listen to me: United Cloud Carriers Local 308 will only cover for you so far. You are at the lowest stratus of the cloud hierarchy. You know what happens to clouds who can’t be trusted! You’ll never get to join into a cumulonimbus stack if you can’t even be trusted to deliver sunset on time.
I know, Cliff. You are right, I need to get my head in the game. I’m sorry.
The little cloud drifts away from the larger cloud slightly, as the last rays of sunlight fade into darkness. As the herd moves on, the little cloud follows along with a marked determination.