Jetting from Seattle | Twisp, WA | 2013
Look up for evidence of a wondrous world. Clouds prove water can fly, on rivers of air, constantly changing to adapt to life in the sky. What appears solid isn’t; what appears vaporous weighs tons. Clouds born at sea float on the periphery of our awareness — one moment shaped like popcorn, the next a warning of storms. Sometimes, up there, I see both of us: scooting along as a pair, or whirled into one, propelled by winds at our back to God knows where.