clouds. seeing them at distances above or below, out of a window on level with their shifting layers, or from far underneath is so different from what they actually are/ what they would actually be if you were right among them, on top of them, within them. wool off the sheep, stretched into long smooth white and greyish fibers. wool on the sheep, bunched into tufts and mounds, solidly backed with skin. towering blooming formations lit orange on one side like the rock towers at cedar breaks national monument that similarly you couldn't walk among but could only look at the spires of orange, cream, red stone from around the edge of the canyon, and the feeling i had looking at them was that they would crumble into heaps of sand or poof into dust if people were to put any weight on them or decide to all breathe on them at once. my attention was undecided between the peachlit world outside the airplane window and the ocean world of finding nemo on the tiny screen(-: not a bad split of attention, rather complementary. and the movie ended with one of the songs that i seek out on jukeboxes--somewhere, beyond the sea...
i've got a creamyorange kitty in my lap, rattley purring.
posted by Liza 13.8.03