yk what I just realized. Was Yasmine Yzma's actual birth name or was that a nickname she had when she was that age? Maybe she thought the name Yzma was weird and Yasmine was cooler? Or is it the other way around and Yzma is the nickname? Why does she have two names.
I arrived at the dacha by train. And I was struck by the beautiful sky. A vast sky. A summer day. With clouds. Such whimsical shapes. How wonderful to see the sky in summer. So summery. I haven't seen it in so long. And the clouds? They are always so different. It's so interesting to look at them. And I catch myself thinking – how diverse the sky is.
The sky paints landscapes. The colors of the sky are the clouds. On a fine summer day. The clouds are white. Sometimes there are many of them, and sometimes the sky is clear. And a few noticeable clouds. But white. And not alarming. A calm and significant summer sky. Like an ocean.
There are clouds. With such different patterns. It's wonderful to look at them from time to time and notice how everything changes. Here a cloud floats by. There another appears. The sky is constantly in motion. There is also a very bright sun on a summer day. From there the sun comes to us. Rays of sunshine. I look at the sky. It's a day off. I'm at the dacha. It's so wonderful. Important and fun. I just look at the sky.
And I enjoy the clouds. So white.
And it's not about rain, not about autumn. But about summer. Just white clouds of different shapes. Like smoke or steam. I'm so happy with the sky and the sun. I haven't seen a sky like this in a long time. With such white clouds. They seem so magical. Like cotton wool. Or a blanket. Or a pillow. So light.
Blue. A vibrant tone. Such a surprisingly blue. White clouds. Here they are large, noticeable. But at the same time, most of the sky is clear. And just two or three, one cloud in the whole sky. And it's such a pattern in the sky. The pattern of this day. In total, less than half the sky is covered with clouds.
Sometimes the sun seems right there—behind these white clouds. Which creates additional lighting effects. And sometimes the sky is almost cloudless. You can look at the sky and imagine. What's flying there? A butterfly, a bird, a dragon. Develop your imagination. Sometimes clouds are symmetrical and resemble something. Butterfly wings, for example.
Clouds seem to fly somewhere swiftly like arrows. Other times they're so round and large that they're in no hurry. They hang in the air and that's it. Each cloud has its own shape and character. It's something unique. A manifestation of the sky. The sky itself is blue. But the tone also varies. Lighter, darker. You can see this in photographs. And the sun. Bright light. These are the ingredients for a good summer day. And your mood.
In this blue sky lies the secret of summer. Like the ocean. Only up there. Clouds come in different shades of white. Some are gray, ashen. Like smoke. And some are pure as fluff and seemingly dense. Large and small. Bright white—so beautiful and clean, it seems. And dark—like smoke. Clouds can have a main part, the most massive one. And with chunks of something else. Not so clearly visible. And they seem to get lost.
Clouds are like bird feathers. Clouds so smoky that it seems you can stick your head through them. Easily permeable. And yet stable in shape. Amazing things, these clouds! Clouds travel across the sky. And they see a lot from above. They have everything of their own there. An ocean of blue. And the sky. And the sun. There is a world of their own for clouds, where they live. The world of clouds. This is the world of clouds. And we are friends of the clouds. Such funny, strange creatures. Living far below. And who have their own affairs. Not like the clouds. Hello, clouds!
Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.
