head in the clouds. since i've started reading. i mean, really reading. i've found a place with a window view that extends for fairly long distances. all the places have been at least 2 storeys up. there seems to be some natural connection between reading and having as a backdrop the slowly changing cloudscape. watching slowly the light grow and dim, the sky shift, crack, sharpen, blur, bleed, ooze, cry, freeze, twinkle, even sleep.