Clouds are enigmatic. At once they can be solid, yet they are without mass - dark, brooding, and heavy – weighing upon us, casting us in shade and shadow, dark upon darkness, ominous and full of thunder. Or, they can be glowing, thin and diaphanous, silently floating as a veil between us, earthbound, and the limitless blue sky above, ephemeral wisps of another dimension, here one moment and gone the next.
