I have always been fascinated by clouds.
At recess, when I was a child, I would lie on my back on the school yard’s grass and get lost in them.
Even now, I am amazed by them.
I find story in them.
I don’t know the fancy names, though I suppose I could study the Wikipedia link listed below. Today, I only know what touches me. Deep down in my restless soul.
A separate language
Above us all.
A strange hideaway where ancient worlds and wizards drift and play out their epic tales
Above the reckless noise and disease
Far above the wars and calamities we so cherish.
In the stratosphere.