We were walking on clouds...
They were just clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee...
We've got them manmade and otherwise.
Yesterday, the skies were like steel.
A solid backdrop for the scrubbed pollution leaving Plant Bowen for a trip south.
Manipulate it a little and what do you see?
Geoffrey waxes poetic on clouds whether he means to or not.
Randal is on Day Two. It's not a shirt. It's Rome, Luxembourg, North America, the League of Nations.
Summer is on Day Two. She has the complete ensemble. And rockin' lipstick, too.
