J takes me back to my own childhood when she points at a cloud and exclaims "Look, Mamma ! That cloud looks like a rabbit !" We cloud-gaze together, discern other interesting shapes before they float away. J is distraught that the "rabbit" is morphing rapidly into a "whale".
When I first heard stories from Hindu and Greek mythology as a child, I was convinced that clouds were Gods and the sky was Heaven. I love the charter of the cloud appreciation society - never knew that there were so many of us.
We seek to remind people that clouds are expressions of the atmosphere's moods, and can be read like those of a person's countenance.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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