Commonplace Book
The light from the full moon lent a silky, glacial sheen to the towering front of the cloud, which stretched off to the horizon in both directions. I stood transfixed as it made its way down the street toward me at a little over the town’s speed limit. Ripples and undulations on its front face rose up and disappeared over the top as it progressed, making it appear to revolve back on itself. It was immense—blocking out the moon and the Southern Cross as it passed over, casting the town into shadow. The
