The clouds stand tall above the surrounding landscape, spanning far across the horizon. How easy it is to ignore their granduer. How sad the knowing that the skys complete perfection goes unnoticed by all but a upward looking few. Those few are continually lost in the peacefulness strewn majesticly there. They drink of the quiet calms and the raging storms. Absored in the changing vistas. It is not just observing the weather but being one with all the other upturned faces. The faces of those who looked up and shared their being with the Sky.