i enjoy the movie a river runs through it, and in that film the following passage is found:
..  as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroot, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. i find i am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; someplace else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been except the deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.
and while i do not think i could disagree that i have (more often than not) been describing the clouds, it does not mean that i have not noticed anything else. only that my head has yet to auction those bits off to my hands.. that's all.
fade out agaaaaaaaaaiiin. fade. out. again.