Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.
Lauren DeStefanoSuddenly the clouds seem high above us. Theyโre moving over us in an arch, circling the planet. They have seen abysmal oceans and charred, scorched islands. They have seen how we destroyed the world. If I could see everything, as the clouds do, would I swirl around this remaining continent, still so full of color and life and seasons, wanting to protect it? Or would I just laugh at the futility of it all, and meander onward, down the earthโs sloping atmosphere?
Lauren DeStefano