Yesterday afternoon, a slow-moving thunderstorm rolled through, and when the clouds lifted over Ohio, the light brought beautiful reflections to the calm water. The mountainous landscape of ice piled up by last December’s wind and waves is sinking as surely as Atlantis, if less dramatically than what Plato described. Before long the islands will disappear completely into the chilly water. The gulls have already returned. There’s enough water on top of the flat ice for them to swim, and when the rest of the ice departs, the mergansers and other deep-diving birds can make a living here.
EXTRA, EXTRA! A friend sent me these cool SKY PHOTOS she found on flickr; maybe some of you have seen them already. Quite inventive sky shots!
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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.