Zeke was looking up at the clouds again. "That one looks like a lizard shouting," he said, pointing more or less straight towards the top of the Academy. His fingers were already dancing, painting the cloud and matching the slow changes as it moved. He loved drawing clouds, but he could never complete one. Maybe that's why he loved them.

Broad handfuls of blue gave him a canvas to work on, and light, deft touches gave the edges the proper fluffy look. The core of the cloud, bright white, stayed more or less intact as his hands flicked around the edges. As the top "jaw" flaked off and began to dissolve, his picture mimicked it exactly, without him looking down.

[@Kalleth] [@Old Amsterdam]