To lethe - I hope you get better soon!
The Band (100 words, as it happens ...)
He neared the borders, ready to resume his duty, and dutifully scanned the surrounding lands when his gaze was drawn upwards, caught by a sight new and wondrous:
Against azure skies, a beautiful band, pale and smooth as the exquisitely carved railings around the Lord and Lady’s flet, curbed gently around unruly, puffy clouds which strained to escape its hold.
The mountains, unimpressed, ignored the display, stubbornly brooding over their secrets, while on their inhospitable slopes, lanky firs, crowded together for safety, stretched their scruffy necks to watch.
Amazed, he turned his face away, wondering what this omen might portend.
(Was inspired to this little piece by the picture in the personality test, posted some days ago, and by the comments from lethe and binka.)