SKYWATCH FRIDAY - Only a Small Break in the Haze, But We'll Take It
Someone should tell summer that it’s over. As the famous saying goes, “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” The temperatures around here would be quite nice—up in the 20s/70s—but the humidity index has been adding a good 5-6 degrees of extra (wilting) heat. And my house really holds onto the heat. On top of everything else, there hasn’t been a breath of wind. I’ve had enough *waving white flag* I’m ready for the mild early fall weather. Not too chilly, just something more livable. At least yesterday we had a brief break in the string of overcast days, with a few clouds decorating the welcome blue. I stood on the front lawn, pointed my camera straight up, and shot this through the canopy of my honey locust, and some of the neighbor’s ashes and elms. There was even a nice breeze tossing the branches, so there’s hope!
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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.