‘Thus back behind my earliest recollections was I kinsman of the clouds. And as I grew, the clouds still sailed their crafts of snowy sail across the blue sea of my heart. Clouds, so to say, were indigenous to my soul. I did not begin to notice them: I always noticed them. I did not learn to love them: I always loved them.’
From _A Book of Clouds (January 1, 1925) by William A Quayle_.
A cloud ship of Cirrus and Altocumulus, with oars of ice-crystal trails known as virga, spotted over Kilkhampton, Cornwall, England by John Duncan (Member 7,527). William A Quayle, who died 100 years ago this year, was a professor of ancient languages and an American Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church. This quotation was suggested by Suzanne Winckler (Member 41,844).
