‘Those white clouds that are seen only in May and June sailed past in the sky, a company clad all in white, still young and flighty themselves, playfully chasing over the blue firmament, hiding suddenly behind high mountains, embracing and separating again, sometimes crumpling up like handkerchiefs, sometimes facing into shreds, and finally playing a practical joke on the mountains as they settled on their heads like white caps.’

From Burning Secret (1911), a novella by Austrian author Stefan Zweig.