Ever since I first heard about Watery Wednesday, I've thought we were a perfect match, seeing as how I have Lake Erie right at the end of my backyard. Well, finally today I'm joining in the fun. In my previous post here, I was grousing about how awful the wind has been lately on the north shore. Well, it's still windy, but at least the sun is out this morning. I bundled up and quickly took this shot of my neighbor's little overhanging porch. It's a lovely place for folks to sit on a warm (and calm!) summer evening and watch the sun set, but right now, with the spraycicles and layers of ice coating everything, it isn't very inviting.
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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.