As part of a local book club I'm reading "Who Has Seen the Wind" by W. O. Mitchell, a Canadian classic.
"...still puffs of cloud were high in the sky, retaining their shapes for hours on end, one of them near the horizon, presenting a profile view of blown cheeks and extended lips like the wind personification upon an old map."
Doesn't that paint an exact description? Love his way with words!
Lovely quote! Thanks for sharing.