Clouds are important to a plain landscape – those familiar shapes that skate above the horizon,
trailing shadows that examine the featureless plateau, extracting details that cannot be seen
on a clear day, and thereby adjusting our foolish estimates of near and far.
A stranger who trifles with our two-part scheme of land and sky risks losing the outer world,
the fate of isolation best embraced as a gift that one couldn’t have known was coming.