and they're cloudy...
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
It was a searing-hot afternoon. We took shelter under a shady tree. There were four of us and a very big chillum. The rough landscape set the afternoon's "agenda". In that semi-wilderness, there was no people-watching to be done, no rivers or lakes to be explored. So we sat and looked at clouds. Camels, dogs and dragons were the recurring characters in this cosmic cartoon show. Somebody saw Ravan's head. I pointed out a couple of oddly-shaped buses; abstract patterns stolen from a smashed kaleidoscope. One of us remembered a Beetle Bailey comic strip in which Beetle sees a cloud in the shape of General Halftrack chasing him.
Why am I telling you this? Because I want to know just how did we get through all these years without a Cloud Appreciation Society? Terrific pictures on the site. Courtesy Yahoo Picks.