Today & yesterday, clouds & voices ....

Two thoughts came to me upon seeing these clouds: Here is a single umbilical cord connecting four or more individual clouds, nourishing them, as they gather in size and strength; or, here are four or more clouds all clinging to a line so as not to be left behind as the wind drags them across the blue sky at a merciless pace. Actually, I had a third thought, as well, but I will forgo mentioning it at this time.

Fancy in Nubibus
Or, The Poet in the Clouds
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

O! It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low
And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold
'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go
From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!
Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.