Clouds, As Seen From the Window of the Plane (or Smoke and Mirrors)

This is for my friend who likes a little poetry with his description:

As I look out the window of the plane, I see an array of white clouds below. Large banks of clouds rest in mounding heaps. They occupy the same horizontal plane in space as though they were arranged on a tabletop of clear glass.

At the edges of the large mounds of clouds are smaller clusters followed by yet smaller clumps until eventually there are tiny individual clouds around the edges. The landscape below is clearly visible between the banks of clouds.

The surfaces of the mounds are lumpy as though they are built up of many balls of cotton. The mounds look like small mountains suspended in the air. They look substantial, like the hillocks of snow at the edges of a shoveled sidewalk. The cloud mountains slope downwards and have diffused edges of smaller clumps which resemble several loose cotton balls stuck together. The small clumps give way to what look like single cotton balls where the heaps of fluffy white clouds peter out along the edges. These smallest bits have raggedy edges as though they have been gently teased apart.

The landscape far below the clouds is miniaturized. Tracts of fields and wooded areas appear as an assortment of jigsaw pieces in multiple shades of green ranging from the yellow green of chartreuse to the blue greens of forest green and several shades in between. Fields where the rows are just beginning to sprout are reddish brown like cocoa powder and have thin straight lines of light green. Fields that are a bit more filled in have a breath of green over the red brown of the dirt. Roads appear as cream colored threads outlining some of the puzzle pieces. Irregular lines of dark green outline others, where trees or shrubs have either been planted or not cleared. Buildings are dispersed singly and in groups as bright specks along the roads and more occasionally in the fields or amongst the trees.

Here and there a shiny ribbon of river snakes its way through the scene below, a dull silver accent below the clouds.

As my plane makes its final approach for landing and descends through the clouds, I see that they are just areas of concentrated fog and that the rivers are moving and muddy.