All through December we had very little snow, plus some unseasonably mild temperatures here on the north shore of Lake Erie. But once the calendar and the year flipped over, like much of the rest of the continent, we got huge falls of snow, and very cold temperatures. We are now deep in the heart of winter.
The day I took this photo of my front window, everything seemed white. It was calm at the moment, but high winds in the night had spackled snow on the sides of all the houses and trees. Deep drifts and hoarfrost robbed the day of its colors almost as surely as the moon blanches the colors at night. When I went out with my camera to capture this monochrome world, for a brief moment the faint sun broke through. The pale floral tints held captive in that looking-glass world seemed to promise, “Look for us to bloom in spring!”
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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.