a well cared for cloud

It wasn’t long before he made up his mind and decided to start a new life as a cloud rancher in Montana. He could imagine it so easily it seemed more like a memory from the past than a dream for the future. Clouds as big as apples and just as wistful to raise amongst the blue skies of the open West. He’d keep a good eye on them and make sure they didn’t get too rowdy, keeping them in line and all that like an experienced rancher would do. Checking in on them early in the morning and ensuring through the day they were content and growing up healthily and plump, billowy and delicate like cotton candy with good dispositions and properly schooled in the things clouds are schooled in. He could feel it in his bones even more than his bones. The good life. A Shangri-La for his mind. Happiness for his soul. Cloud ranching in Montana. He was on his way.

Oil pastels on paper. Post-scanning work in Procreate