You're flying in the sky, gathering clouds to make storms. You have to play it slowly. It's very beautiful and very original.

We were double the size of [last year's] venue this year, and we'll need to be double the size next year.

If you're looking up and see the clouds moving one direction and a bird flying the other, it can really throw you off.

You chart pressures, like a weather man looks for clouds and storms, ... There are formations out there that tell you that the blitz is coming. Sometimes they're more difficult to forecast than others.

I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.