Nimble Stratus
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Their footwork was sloppy tonight, but sky was patient with them. It had been a particularly long day and the clouds were drained, emotionally and otherwise. Still, rain or shine, a date's a date. Besides, she liked seeing them like this... clumsy and uninhibited. There was something particularly breathtaking about the way the starlight rolled over their violet crystalline peaks, as they undulated over the cold draughts rising from the near-frozen lake beneath them. They'd learned long ago not to meet like this overland. The people of Michigan were a superstitious lot.