Watching the Clouds

The fresh scent of morning dew tickled Sylvia's nose as she trotted through the park. Her muscles were still sore from the transformation a few nights ago, but she was trying to keep off the pounds. Who knew what she ate when she changed? She mentally shook herself. That wasn't something she needed to think about.

A bench popped into view as she rounded a large oak tree. Might as well sit, she thought. It was still a bit damp, but that didn't bother her much. The park was mostly empty this early in the morning. It couldn't be more than six thirty, maybe seven. And school had just started again. Most of the kids were in school. That suited Sylvia just fine; she was a bit awkward around children.

Tilting her head back, she took note of the clouds. One looked like a bunny. Another looked like a fish. Then one looked like the Smoke Monster staring down John Locke. She got the feeling she needed to get rid of that weird obsession with Lost that she had before moving to Chicago. After six months of being in the city and only hearing references when she texted her friend, she thought she would have been over it by now.

“I wish I could draw. It'd be a lovely hobby,” she mused, watching the clouds break apart and drift away. Then she laughed. “Maybe I'll meet someone here today that's an artist. Maybe they'll give me drawing lessons. Wouldn't that be something?”