To continue the alphabetical hijinks that is my son and my light-hearted writing challenge, we move on to “c”, with some thoughts about CLOUDS. One of the best things about clouds is that they remain a topic that buzzes at the boundary of science and art, that boundary that holds most of my interest, professionally and personally. As a kid (like so many other kids), I was endlessly fascinated with clouds and the dynamic, infinite opportunities they provided for my projective daydreaming. The names and system of categorization of these clouds were also one of the very few sets of lessons I still remember vividly from elementary school — nimbus, sirrus, cumulus, stratus. I was a rotten rote learner in school, but these magical labels seemed to have a sticky, fabulously evocative nature. Here’s an excellent video about the history of the naming of clouds.

And on the more artful side of the topic, I submit the following poem entitled, Clouds, by the lyrical and divine Ms. Rossetti.

Clouds – Poem by Christina Rossetti

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?


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