They were out last night. They draped over the stars like a curtain before the opening of a show. They were painted across the sky in the darkest shades of black and gray. Swirling and looping about. Weaving in and out of each other, making it impossible to see through. The stars were certainly not gone, though the clouds blocked their path. Even though I could not see beyond, I knew they were there. I could feel it.
This time was different, you see? I had been looking into clouds for months. Only periodically did the stars show themselves. In the most simple things did the stars come out. But this time, this time was different. The stars were out longer than I had been anticipating. It was like a dream, they were so bright. They drew me close. Close enough to touch but I pulled away with all the strength in my body. Then the clouds once again returned, but it was different. Much different.
More paint had been added. Layer after layer. Why was I not allowed to gaze upon the stars?
The clouds remained the next day. Cold and foggy. No clear vision of the path that had been put before me. Although, it is only a matter of time until the stars appear once more.