Written by: jan oskar hansen

On the sun-deck I saw two big clouds a man one
and a female, they met kissed and the man cloud
was transformed into a plucked chicken.
 Not that the female cloud fared better for behind 
her came huge troll cloud that absorbed her up its 
nostrils. In the world of clouds you never see 
the same formation twice, in this immaterial ever 
changing world; it is as the saying goes: You can´t 
cross the same river twice. Now a massive dark cloud
erased the picture, and as I didn´t want a drab cloud 
hanging over me, I got up walked into the galley and 
had a mug of coffee, while the cook fried pork chops.