At least 3 types were shown off in great form just outside my window. I would rhyme them off for you except I can’t. I failed the test on clouds in Mr. Bonner’s grade 7 science class. It was the first test I ever failed and I was devastated. In retrospect, I think I discovered boys and my head was in the clouds rather than on the clouds.
This particular set of clouds triggered the fantasy I’ve had since I first started flying as a little girl. The one where they open the door of the planes and we step out onto the clouds to explore and climb the cloud mountain. I still can’t see these ones without thinking I want to climb it. I know I’m not alone. Fess up!