a line of clouds on the horizon
This summer sometimes I've noticed trails of clouds on the horizon far away. They have made my list of best things in life (such as birdsong), though being a specific subset on one that was already neart the top of the list anyway, the sky. It is the farawayness I like, and they are like a herd of elephants crossing savannah. One day I was under a vast salt crust of storm cloud and in the distance lit up by the sun was a gap of blue sky and a ripped line of immense clouds burned by sunshine. I didn't get a picture of that, and this is from another day. These distant trails of clouds made me resolve to live forever.