Everyday over Atauro, by about noon, a top-heavy cloud ascending tens of thousands of feet into the air forms. The cloud is billowy, white, gargantuan, like a bouffon hair style over dwarfed island in a sky of bright blue. There is something so full about these clouds, their silent steady formation makes the morning seem lazy and wasted. While I sat in front of a screen, a fifteen thousand foot cloud formed on the horizon.
posted by JG at 11/26/2001 11:24:00 AM