I love clouds! I spend hours watching clouds. People sometimes ask me 'Have you got Sky?' 'Yes' I answer, 'I've got it all over my flat'. 'Really' they say,'aren't you lucky, being able to watch it anywhere'. 'Hmmm . . .yes' I reply realising they still haven't got it. What fools! Since when did the primary meaning of sky become a load of facile TV channels? Duh!
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The cloud on the right is about to take a big bite out of the cloud on the left. Either that or it's shouting at the other cloud for getting in the way. This uncertainty makes it very difficult to judge the cloud's mood.
Although it may be a 45o sunrise. I'm trying to remember where I was lying at the time 'cos then I can work out if it was on my left or right, which would then remind me if it was a sunrise or sunset.
If you had a surfboard-airship iyou could surf the sky.
Someone somewhere is about to get dumped on; it's the UK monsoon season.
I can see a poodle jumping through a hoop and an ostrich head and a happy face mask and . . . and . . . and . . .
A three-toed monster claws at the fathomless blue.
I'd love to fly up and whizz through this hole into the infinite blue above. (Note Pterodactyl head in lower middle of the blue hole.)