12 – Clouds

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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

Yesterday was a gloomy day as the advancing cold front filled the sky with a seemingly thick blanket of gray. Because the front passed overnight, today’s sky is blue with a variety of clouds. As I compare the two days, clouds are my focus for today’s walk.

Yesterday’s clouds were a solid mass displaying a seemingly unlimited spectrum of gray – probably more than fifty. Their lower surface appeared rippled like a strong wind rippling the water. The movement of the lower clouds danced like cosmic smoke.

Today, the white has replaced the gray. The clouds are wispy above me and over the water – fluffy white inland. Those dark clouds of yesterday were filled with water and associated with storms. Today’s clouds are linked to pleasures as dreams and fun – yet still collection vessels of water. Interestingly, a thick cloud bank appears to cover the horizon across the water – but this is common.

Packed with water droplets, clouds are like sponges that eventually squeeze the water out that they can no longer hold. Yes, the rain. Yet, if there wasn’t water in the clouds, we would be without rainbows.

I notice a sailboat moving across the water, then look up thinking of clouds sailing across the sky. I notice the sailboat’s up-and-down movement on the waves, but imagine riding on clouds to be very smooth. However, airplanes passing through clouds can resemble a boat on choppy water.

The sky is the theatrical stage and the clouds are the actors signaling an always-changing atmosphere. As a continuous production – from wisps to puffs and calming white – from fluffy gray to dark, ominous gray then back to wisps or even a cloudless sky, clouds are a sign of constant change from was to is to what shall come.

Clouds serve as shape-shifting metaphors for dreams, magic, and imagination while serving as stairsteps to the heavens. To some, clouds represent the core of their inner soul.

I love sunrises on the coast, but I’m most excited when I notice clouds in the predawn light because clouds accent the glory of a new day. It’s then that the clouds and the sky display oranges, yellows, blues, grays, and black in varying brilliance. Yet, it is those same shades that can appear at the transition time of a brilliant sunset.

Clouds, from light strokes of the painter’s brush to areas filled with white paint to the dark, clouds are an important part of nature’s artistry. From wisps, patches, layers, rolls, ripples, heaps, and towering masses, clouds are merely complex collections of aqueous aerosols.

Clouds are an applicable symbol and metaphor for much. From the tempest of the clouds on the horizon or hanging over our head – through the clouds of suspicion and desperation – we are reminded that every cloud has a silver lining.

From wanting to grab one to grabbing one for a new idea, clouds are about dreams, hopes, emotions, and moods.

Whereas breezes can be touches of sensuality, clouds are the accompanying soft kisses. To others, clouds are the flowing hair of a goddess.

To some, clouds represent the deities above. To others, clouds are charms of happiness and luck. Some see clouds as full of mischief like kids bouncing off the fluffiness. To others, clouds are soft – a bosom to rest a cheek.

Kids lie on their backs searching the clouds for defined animal shapes – and the kids decide the winner. As we get older, clouds are for the dreams one holds for a positive tomorrow. Having our heads in the clouds is searching for a new revolutionary idea of what could be.

Anyone can watch clouds changing shape, especially in the lower clouds that are easier to see. Holes close, others open. Changes resembling slow movements of microscopic Amoeba.

Clouds are the blanket preventing us from seeing the blue sky and the sun. Clouds with an apparent hole allowing the sun to shine through. That same hole gives us a chance to peer through to the other side – a hole offering a glimpse of hope.

Although clouds can cover something in the distance, sometimes they lower to envelop us and limit our vision – surrounding us with the mystery and mystique we call fog.

Clouds are in the titles of countless poems, haikus, and stories. Far above the clouds, some seek cloud nine as others shout get off of my cloud. Life is full of storm clouds, and dark clouds on the horizon – let alone those constantly under a cloud.

With forms known as cumulus, stratus, cumulonimbus, cirrus, and stratiform, clouds change the aerial scenery because no two days are the same. We can count on clouds because if they are absent, they reliably return.

As I finish my walk, maybe it’s time to go to the balcony, sit on a chair, prop my feet up and a cloud, and let the mind drift into oblivion – just like a cloud. Thinking about clouds as I walk has been fun – and another reason why I like walking the beach. Plus, it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.


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62 thoughts on “12 – Clouds”

  1. I love this, Frank.
    And I have to share this from book 3 of The Spinner’s Game (The Pole That Threads). One of the characters refers to the local stones as Cloud Stones. The MC studies them and agrees, as with clouds, these stones look like beasts part-formed in becoming.
    Move along to wip, set in same locale, and there’s now a standing stone circle which the locals call Cloud Stone Isle.
    These stones and the circle are real. You can see them at Avebury.

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    1. Laura,
      Welcome first-time walker. (Well, I think you are a newcomer.) Thanks for sharing how clouds impact you. Whether visual arts, language arts, or musical arts, clouds serve as a wonderful inspiration for artists. Calm and reflective is what I do here, so I invite you to return.

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    1. Michel,
      Because I don’t consider myself as a poet, being called on (at least with this walk) gives me a good feeling. Thanks for the Debussy info. I’m listening to it as I type – and will continue as I move on to the other comments. Now that I know it’s about clouds, it’s easy for me to picture them in the music!

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      1. I am glad you liked Debussy ‘s music . The clouds with their changing forms are an infinite well of inspiration .
        I inform you, Frank, when, I click on your name at your comment on my post this directs me to your previous blog. To come here I had to use the reader

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  2. Cincy,

    It’s no wonder they were seen as deities once upon a time. When you think about their powers, and how they can produce everything from precipitation to thunderous calamity to museum quality portraits . . that pretty much covers all those cosmic bases pretty nicely, I say.

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  3. Clouds are lovely photo subjects. This past October was particularly wonderful and I found my camera and my phone camera filling up with the different images I kept feeling compelled to capture. I’ll take clouds over a perfectly blue sky. Well. Most times.

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  4. I love clouds as well but we don’t get much of a chance to enjoy them here. No moisture usually means no clouds. Of course that’s what many people live here for but I do miss a nice rainy day of relaxing in the house with tea and a book every so often.

    janet

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  5. SO beautiful to be transported to this other worldly experience of clouds through your post! I find such divine artistry on the canvas of sky, it is so incredible and seems a beyond task for me to wrap my mind around. I enjoyed reading your observation about how a boat and plane ride through the clouds.

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  6. Hi Frank! I didn’t see a notification for this post. I think I got something for it a few days ago.
    I like your cloud/theatrical production metaphor. 😀
    You know I like clouds and cloud watching. It was sunny here this morning, but now it’s cloudy–just grey and dreary.
    Thank you linking my poem!

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    1. Merril,
      A few days ago I accidently published … then pulled it back. Probably one of the reasons visits are down. Oh well – it happens.

      Thanks for letting me know your favorite part. Meanwhile, the more grey and dreary on the way.

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  7. Your theater and actor metaphor is wonderful! Clouds can be so expressive. Interesting how we think of clouds as emotions appearing in the skies of our psyche. Another lovely blog.

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  8. Because the undersides of clouds tend to be relatively uniform (as the water vapor reaches the appropriate altitude to condense), I especially enjoy viewing them from above while in a plane. (Oh, would I could soar above them like the birds!!) Living in a desert makes me love clouds even more – and being in fog is heaven!

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    1. Eilene,
      I’m thinking you get your share of cloudless days. Knowing that you have lived in other parts of the country, you understand both sides of the coin. I too love the view from the airplane high above the clouds. Sometimes a solid blanket below, yet a sea of blue above. Thanks for sharing …. BTW – Fog is a future walk. 🙂

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  9. Frank, I was one of those kiddies who used to lie on my back beneath a huge maple tree and watch the clouds go by. Along with friends, we’d imagine all sorts of shapes — animals, mostly — as the clouds drifted by. Many good memories there — thank you for nudging them!

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  10. Great writing about clouds… In here, where we live know, usually there are clouds… The Black Sea seems to me as a cloud machine… But by the way, I love to take clouds’ photographs… In my childhood days I was imaginating stories with clouds… maybe still I go on… Their shapes always saying something to me. Thank you dear Frank, I wonder now, what it will be bext… Love, nia

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    1. Debra,
      I second the cheers to Crispina for sharing her photos. I’ll be going through your comments in reverse. Wanted you to know that I smiled when I received notification of your presence. And then I noted to myself that you had a chance for a breather. Continued peace and strength to you and your family.

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    1. Yvette,
      Simply so much can be said about clouds. In some ways, I felt I cheated them in this walk. Then again, I couldn’t come up with anything else. 🙂 Thanks for letting me you enjoyed the last video. I put a lot of effort into selecting the closing video in this series, so I feel good when someone watches and enjoys them. 🙂

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