Spanish Dancer

It is folly to wish away the hours. You only live once after all. But today I was impatient for the sunset. Huge lenticulars swarmed on the horizon, some turgid, almost pregnant with smooth skin stretched over their bulging forms. I stood in the cold even and watched the whole sky flood with rose, crimson and gold. One of the turgid clouds developed a glorious ripple, like a spanish dancer. Its form captured me.