Outside watching clouds move across the moonlit sky, a mass of vapor slides across, looking uncannily like the face of a great tiger. Two holes in the cloud make vast eyes, large enough to fly space shuttles through. Then, for a few moments, the cloud aligns itself perfectly over two stars, which center themselves perfectly behind the eye sockets, a pair of pin-prick pupils gazing down on me. A moment staring into the face of cloud-tiger, then gone.
Music: Peter Blegvad and John Greaves :: Handkerchief