Wednesday, February 24, 2016

100 Words a Day 795

It was raining on the underside again. I looked up and saw the underside of the continent above us. It was doing an imperfect job of hiding the source of the rain, some dark clouds. I could see the precipitation we were experiencing had begun as snow. It drifted slowly past the underside above before melting and then plunging through the ether, ultimately landing on the rocky mountain path we were traversing. The smooth rocks became slick, making what would have been an easy walk potentially hazardous. The climb was neither steep nor narrow, but over the side was infinity.

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