Remember how, resting on your lazy back, you used to watch the clouds sail by? Seeing faces and landscapes and all sorts of things in them. I never got over it.
Alas, it takes a greater master than I am to suggest sex here. Maybe a Madison Avenue clod could, one of those subliminal masters? Already? All kidding apart, we have marvelous clouds and I sorely miss them wherever I go. Never cease to inspire me into wasting yet more shots.