The clouds swirl, collect into masses of white, edged with grey. The watery blue sky seems thin, unsubstantial when confronted with the density of the clouds. Which of course, is nuts, because clouds are not really "there" in the first place, they have no substance. "Okay, I'm nuts", I think, and look again at the roundness, the super-cake-risen in the sky mound of white vanilla-angel-food goodness. It's hard to describe clouds without referring to the cliches of puffy snow,