Clouds are like people because we also coalesce out of nothing and make contact with each other and become each other for a time and then take something of each other with us when we move on and we disperse with glee when the light is intense and we form around ourselves when it’s cold and we swirl around manically and we perch above vistas voyeuristically and we get dark and angry and wet and electric and we wisp by without worry and sometimes we fill entire city blocks and sometimes we disappear from each other completely, but still there, able to be reached for, filling the empty spaces everywhere: the vapor—breathtaking, expressive, mysterious, changing, changing, changing.