We are into our third day of overcast rainy weather here on the north shore of Lake Erie. Mind you, there’s snow over in Michigan, and a really deep lake effect snow forecast for the Cleveland/Buffalo/Pittsburgh area, so I suppose we on the west end of Lake Erie can consider ourselves lucky. But when the days go by with little more that the occasional peep of sunlight (usually just moments before it sets!) we have to work hard at making enough vitamin D. I take supplements, but I also have an SAD lamp on top of my computer. It’s shining down on me right now like a day at the beach. Almost.
Yesterday on my way to have coffee with a friend, I took a swing into the marina for these shots. There were a few cars in the lot - people like me, just sitting, enjoying the beautiful somber view, but all the boats slips were empty. A few lights in the park were on, as if the last person to leave at the end of summer had forgotten to turn them off. I thought the lamps looked so pretty, so I lingered a moment with the lyrics to "The Boys of Summer" running through my head.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.