Along the north shore this morning it looks and feels like the sky is everywhere and nowhere. Fog obscures the details of the backyards, and totally dissolves the view of the lake. The fog collects on porch screens and patio furniture, giving the appearance of rain, but you could stand outside for a long time without a jacket and feel merely refreshed, not soaked. The only sound is the gentle lapping of invisible waves; the only movement a skimming swallow, briefly manifesting, then just as quickly fading back into the mystery.
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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.