White-hot luminosities light windows in the smoky turbulence. Towering as well as squished, they capture the sun and reflect it back as snowy cotton. But the charcoal and mouse grays are what give structure to the vast roof - forming hallways and stairways,
taking the eye to fields and endless ranges of cloud mountains.
Out on the great flat, the enormity swells over with such solidity that I am glad the edges are clamped down tight so the whole damn thing doesn't fall to earth with a horrendous crash, rather it melts and flows and comes to us as clean and pure water.