Cotton clouds
In the evening we walked to the mattress maker , who made mattresses on the other side of the lake. The mattresses were of soft cotton like the autumn clouds that had already collected above the lake, beyond the trees.
Two 6’ * 3’ mattresses were what we had asked for. Guests who might land up unexpectedly would sleep on them dreaming of the white fluffy clouds that accumulated this season above our roof. It would give them a feeling of floating in the clouds with not a care in the world.
The clouds will remain mere cotton, with no promise of rain. The rain clouds are already gone.
