You are sitting on a hill-top and look at the sky. It may be blue, it may be grey, or sometimes, even green or pink or a candy-swirl of many different colours. You look at clouds. Moving, floating, inching towards god knows where – seemingly directionless but actually, not. There's a quiet, sure, solid deliberation and a surrender to something deep and invisible. It's heartening. To look at clouds and see how they move – and one wonders at a world where being 'a drifter' is a bad thing.