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The lofty skies seem to be a repeat calling to Wiesner. This time a class trip to the top of the Empire State Building reveals to our young protagonist a fog-fulled factory in which clouds are dispatched. Sector 7, as the factory is known, is uniform in its role and function. Everything has its place and meaning yet the boy, seeing how the clouds wish for something greater, intervenes and has them floating out under a range of fascinating shapes and sizes - much to their delight. As they are released onlookers (cats and children especially) stand agog at these new, imaginative possibilities.

More than his usual work there is a depth and richness here in the reader's potential exploration. Wordless save for the title, Wiesner lets the pictures do all the talking but, as with Free Fall there is so much to find and discover here. It is, in a way, a mirror for the creative and imaginative flourishes of Wiesner's own artistic process.