I took these three shots yesterday – April Fool’s Day – so I thought it fitting that they have a faux sun. It’s actually a solar garden ball that glows softly for a few hours after dark, but I think it’s just as pretty with the real sun setting behind it. The wind has died down quite a bit, but with the lake level so high from melted snow and recent heavy rains, even modest waves still create spray that catches the colors of the real sunset.
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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.