Monday, August 26, 2013

gathering

What is it about clouds that makes us get lost in them? Sure, there's the whole that one looks like a puppy and that one looks like an evil axe-murderer clown thing. And there's the fact that clouds draw your eyes up from the screen or the page in front of your nose (or the to-do list bouncing around in your pre-frontal cortex) and make you consider the larger, much larger, picture. Clouds are, after all, but curtains drawn over the portal to the cosmos.

We channel our inner farmers' almanac to read the coming weather in the skies - wispy streaks of cirrus, billowing altocumulus that hint at a building thunderstorm, the towering thunderhead of cumulonimbus that leaves no doubt. We can read the future in the clouds.  Or at least whether or not to bring an umbrella tomorrow.

And even more, we can read the past. It's hard not to consider that this is the same sky - the same clouds - that the dinosaurs gazed at idly as they chewed their palm fronds, contemplating that the cloud over there looks an awful lot like an evil axe-murderer clown.

Let's hear it for the water cycle.

5 comments:

Sean Wraight said...

What a magical little post my friend. a smile inducing gem. I enjoyed that immensely. The beauty and rhythm of you words just getting better and better. Not unlike the sky about which you write.

I am always looking for answers in the clouds. After all, I can always find one at least that agrees with me. (Not like the knots in the wood paneling.)

Nicely done my friend.

SkylersDad said...

Beautiful stuff my friend!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

How on earth would we wool gather without those primary elements of nature like sky and wood paneling, Sean? We might be forced to gather actual wool and that sounds like work. (I'm glad we both understand the importance of daydreaming.)

Thanks so much, SkylersDad! I had these cloud pictures burning a hole in my photo file, you see...

John Mutford said...

Sunglasses, or Instagram, make me appreciate clouds even more. Like a magical tint to make you realize all the different layers and shades of the clouds that were hiding in plain sight.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh yeah, everything looks better with sunglasses on, John. Especially the pink ones.