An Alberta Clipper blew in from the west last night last night, and we woke up this morning to minus 22 degrees Celsius, or about minus 3 Fahrenheit. Either way you look at it, that's pretty (insert expletive of choice) chilly. At least it's not windy. But minus 22 is nowhere near my personal "best" for winter. That record was set when I was living in the Alberta foothills, and experienced straight temps of minus 40C (at minus 40 degrees, Celsius and Fahrenheit meet) quite regularly there. Add in the wind chill and the temps there can just about fall off the charts. So if I keep in mind how cold I have been, perhaps today's temperature here on Lake Erie's north shore won't seem so bad. Nah, who am I kidding, it's still cold!
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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.