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.
