Clouds

The clouds were especially eye catching above the mountains today. The sky was cloudless and the temperature below freezing first thing this morning. As we dove over  Fountaingrove,  the puffy white clouds began to assemble themselves over the hills and by the time we came home this formation with its flat bottom stood out. As I write this though, the clouds have all disappeared again. It strikes me that the rhythm of the seasons seasons, and the spinning of the planet reveal themselves in the clouds.

Magicked into being by the inscrutable laws of the atmosphere, clouds exist in a constant state of flux, shifting effortlessly from one form to another. One moment they're building upwards in enormous weighty towers with dark, brooding bases. The next they're cascading back down in delicate, translucent streaks. And then they're gone, like expressions on the face of the sky....
-The Cloud Collector's Handbook
-Gavin Pretor-Pinney
When we first moved to Magnolia Street in Berkeley in 1967 we had neighbors who arrived the same month as we did and had two children just a little older than ours.. one of those children, Susan lives in Minneapolis now but is visiting us tonight . Dana and Jim are coming for dinner so there will be a lot of catching up to do.