Clouds have incredible amounts of personality.  Every time I visit a new city, I notice that the clouds are different.

I especially enjoy the clouds along the peninsula in the SF Bay Area.  While driving up Highway 280, I always look out for their discrete, well-formed puff shapes in the sky.  Their soft, fluffy puffs look like gently stretched pieces of cotton.

When I moved to the East Bay, I knew I would miss the clouds.  The sky is always so gorgeous and clear.  While most people appreciate its simple blueness, I prefer at least a few little puffs.