Quiet moonlight interrupted only by clouds scanning the skies, for what, I'm not sure. Flimsy sentries that they are, except when enraged. They sail through an abyss effortlessly like leaves down a gentle river, only spinning and churning when the wind comes to call. It bullies it into…

I desperately wanted to use the “fold” because as soon as I saw the word “method” I could only think of the ‘fold it in’ skit from Schitt's Creek. Here's a link if you haven't seen it. That was in my head for the whole five minutes I was trying to write about clouds.