Fossil Fish

I am looking up into the sky, I see thick white cloud billowing, swirling. The cloud begins to clear, forming into a funnel shape above me and I look up into an enormous tunnel revealing blue sky at its tip. Swimming in the growing circle of blue is a shoal of silver fish/birds – like fish, with wings. Their formations convey intelligence - flashing patterns, words, each word flashes by just before I can grasp it’s meaning – they are expressing something beyond comprehension, I can see the intelligence in their formations, but it is a beyond understanding.

It is like a moment of revelation, a visitation of angels.

Then the clouds close back over, darker now, like granite rock. Falling from them, swimming underneath, are enormous fish, shaped like big skates, each as large as a ship. They are transparent and merge with the dark rock grey clouds behind - they merge in the same way that a fossil merges with the rock.

It is as if fossils had woken up, swimming around, exploring their rocky bed - awakening a forgotten prehistoric intelligence.