Avid travelers see them all the time, the clouds from above, rather than how we earth bound folk see them, clouds from below. Last week I had the opportunity, albeit for a sad reason, to fly to the East Coast and back again. On the way back the plane flew into the sunset, so the pink and blue hovered there for a few hours.
On previous flights I always tried to spy the landscape through the clouds. Could I see form? Could I see weather? Could I see the seasons?
This time I saw the clouds as their own particular kind of landscape, creating their own hills and valleys and sea scapes.
