Have you noticed how tourism/travel literature always shows blue skies in its postcards?
Who the hell wants blue skies all the time! It is that time of year again, when aridity and blue skies and sunlight become oppressive.
But this morning there were clouds, merciful clouds. Granted they were not the picturesque clouds that the Southwest gets during the summer monsoon season.
But don't think I'm complaining. It is worth suffering through the wildfire season, when your skin and fingernails slough off your body, and your hair turns to dry straw, just to experience the bliss of the monsoons.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't the clouds that were so glorious, it was the shade. In June I would rhapsodize over shade caused by anything.
Dogs agree with this opinion!
Who the hell wants blue skies all the time! It is that time of year again, when aridity and blue skies and sunlight become oppressive.
But this morning there were clouds, merciful clouds. Granted they were not the picturesque clouds that the Southwest gets during the summer monsoon season.
But don't think I'm complaining. It is worth suffering through the wildfire season, when your skin and fingernails slough off your body, and your hair turns to dry straw, just to experience the bliss of the monsoons.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't the clouds that were so glorious, it was the shade. In June I would rhapsodize over shade caused by anything.
Dogs agree with this opinion!
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Comments
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all