We aren’t quite out of winter’s grasp yet, but there are signs of melting out on the lake. Soon there will be groans and cracks as the breakup begins, and then the torrents below will pour through, flooding the snowy windswept plains and sinking the ranges of piled up ice. Already I’ve seen some gulls, tentatively circling over the frozen terrain, like Noah’s doves, only they are searching for open water.
This photo was taken directly into the bright afternoon light, creating the white and purple beam, descending like a promise.
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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.