Down a path were two eyes watchful over the landscape, waterscape. There was a path leading to them, but I never found out if there was one leading beyond. I sat on the grass and stared up at the clouds for several minutes, maybe more than half an hour. They looked more impressive in person: starker colors, less solid shapes.
The clouds moved, but the eyes never moved. I guess the landscape changed enough to remain worth watching, even from the same vantage point.
