I remember as a child I was fasinated by the sky, in the distance the different shaped clouds seem to kiss the earth then simply slip behind it never to appear again. How in the late of evening the far away low-lying clouds appeared (to me) as vast mountain ranges, mountains that only existed when the sun was just leaving to light the other side of our world. When I'd wake up in the morning and see the the flickering light through the trees I knew these mystic cloud mountains would be gone replaced by a new and different sky.
