Beauty
matters, you know! But it is not that easy, when you are pregnant. No matter
how much I try to keep track of my eating, it’s like every bit of water I
drink, even the air I breathe, sticks on me. I feel like a balloon, inflating
to death!
By the way, I
forgot to introduce myself. But the weight is a serious problem, you know. I
don’t want you to get a wrong image of myself. That’s why I plunged into the
things that veil my real identity. Nowadays, it is not easy to represent
yourself as you really are! There is so much pollution around.
Speaking of
pollution, even the pollution adds to my weight; can you imagine? The dust
particles in the air easily collect the little drops of water, and when I eat
them, it feels like eating olives with the seeds. But what can I do? I am
pregnant.
Pregnant,
pregnant! Oh, I am so sorry. I said I am going to introduce myself, and got
dragged into my personal issues. So funny it must be to watch me. A person who
cannot even introduce herself, despite telling legends! By the way, I must
admit that you are a legend, too. Listening to me talk like this is a legendary
work. Not everybody can do it. So, in order not to bother others much, I try to
visit lots of friends and stay short with each one. That way, they don’t get
bored of me. Out of their hospitality, and also to shut my mouth, they serve me
a lot to eat. By the end of the day, I find myself fluffy as can get. But
still, I can give up neither talking nor my friends! Poor pregnant cloud, poor Cumulus!
So, now you
know my name. Cumulus, it is. I have a friend who is thin and tall. She is just
gorgeous. I admire her, but she admires me; can you believe? Every time I
complain of my weight and about my looks, she tries to console me by whining
about her problems. She tells that she is not going to live a long life as me,
and that she is never going to have children. Then, I say that even my name
sounds chubby: Cumulus! But hers? Hers just slips into the ear: Contrail. About
that, she says that I am a reliable cloud, but about herself, she complains
about the convulsions she has inside. Sometimes, I complain about the
steadiness of my surroundings. Then she invites me to consider her case as an
artificial cloud that is born to be in
exile, whereas I am born naturally and is at home.
If nothing
else, I am thankful for having a friend like Contrail. She is like a rope
descending from heavens for me to cling to in my times of distress. Even if she
lives a short life, eventually we are going to meet under the earth.
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Cumulus clouds are the precursors of rain clouds. Over time, they collect more humidity and finally yield precipitation. Contrails are the turbulent air flow zones behind the aircraft. Due to the thermodynamic conditions in them, the water vapor in the air condenses to form long and thin clouds, hence the name CONdensation TRAIL.
