SKYWATCH FRIDAY – Evening Unfurls Its Banner (Lake Erie)
In the deepening dusk, only the highest clouds still catch the setting sunlight, as if saluting the going down of day, and heralding the coming night.
Music option: How long has it been since you’ve listened to “Nights in White Satin”? Do you remember what it was like the first time you heard Justin Hayward’s beautiful, soaring voice, surrounded by the London Festival Orchestra? And how blown away you were by Mike Pinder’s gentle spoken ‘lament’ near the end? If you have a few minutes to spare, here’s a LINK. No distracting video, no live footage, just celestial music. If you’ve never heard it before, this might be the time you’ll remember. Either way, why not treat yourself?
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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.