Tonight a friend and I took a midnight walk with my twin so she could take pictures peering through people’s windows. We were like stalkers or peeping tom(etta)s.
When we looked up, we noticed that the clouds were racing at a strangely fast pace and they seemed as close as kites.
It reminded me of when Court and I hiked the Inca Trail. Day 3 of the journey, we climbed through the cloud forest. Stair by stair we pulled through white mist, and that night, we slept above the clouds.
"The clouds didn't look like cotton. They didn't even look like clouds." --Townes Van Zandt
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