transgress.
i love clouds. they are such interesting things--beings, almost. today the valley was cloudy. not one solid mass of grey but many different shades, different bodies of clouds piled upon one another, the light seeping through at moments. i love it when the clouds are low. celestial bodies roiling, stretching towards their terrestial counterpart, the lake. transgressive, something that should not happen, cloud touch earth, melding with the very source of its existence. when the clouds are so low, so distinct from one another, three dimensional rather than the flat background they generally appear to be, they seem almost alive. i walked through a cloud once--down a mountain. the air visible, swirling around me. such a strange sensation.