Spring is almost upon us. A perfect time for me to indulge in my passion of Nephelococcygia. No, I am not enamored with the recently deceased but rather engaged in the practice of finding shapes in clouds. It is both relaxing and exhilarating; a paradox worthy of Erwin Schrödinger.
Where others see a puffy wad of cotton I see Rodin’s “The Thinker.”
Where others see an impending rainstorm I see ethereal landscape of unimaginable beauty.
Where an oblivious soul doesn’t look up or take the time to stop and smell the roses, I see…roses.
“Bows and flows of angel hair, ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere. I’ve looked at clouds that way.”
Oops, sorry. Channeled Joni Mitchell for a minute; the memory taking me back to 1969 when we had a very short “thing.” And although I love the song, I think she reached her creative pinnacle in ’71 with the Blue Album. I wonder if our brief fantasy encounter inspired that work of beauty?
I think we all know the answer to that one!