"Skyreader" by Will Lewis

I threw the apple at his head.
"C'mon man! We have to get going!"
"All right, all right. God, ya didn't have to plug me with a core like that!"
I could tell he was irritated, but I didn't care - whatever it takes to get Christopher off of his damn cloud watching high is good enough for me. We were going to be late to the fair!
"All right, I've got the last one," he said. "It's a castle trellace... gatey... thing... See?"
He showed me a drawing of said element of a castle and I looked up myself to confirm.
"Yeah, you're right!"
To be honest, I usually didn't agree with most of the things Christopher saw in the clouds. He'd see a mushroom while I'd see a missile, he'd see a dragon while I'd see a horse, and he'd see a cluster of berries while I'd see a damned cloud. And these were pretty easily arguable, in my opinion. But this one was right on. Whatever wooden castle garden structure we should've called it, it was still floating in the sky above us, looking as if vines provided by another cloud were about to begin caressing it. Perfect.
"Man... this really is spot on... But we have to go!"
"Agh, I know. Let me put away my sketchbook."
"Might as well put away that hopeless romance while you're at it."
Christopher looked at me with a grin and then proceeded to protect his sketchbook within his backpack. We started walking towards the dirt path which would take us into town, therefore to the fair.
As we walked down the trail, I noticed that it was the prime time of day for cicadas to be out and about, scuttling in our faces with their wings, rocketing two and fro between tall blades of grass.
"Have you ever seen a cicada in the clouds before?" I asked.
"Nah, but I saw a definite grasshopper once."
"How can you tell the difference between a cicada and a grasshopper in the clouds?"
"You just know. I mean, try spending hours a day looking up at the sky for a few weeks and then tell me how it's NOT possible to tell the difference."
"Yeah, well, I gu