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The Hazards of Public Cloud Watching

Few people understand the therapeutic joy found in clouds.

Nella DiCarlo’s blog touched me. She understands.

I’ve been soothed by a skyward glance in the parking lot after a hectic shopping session.

Maybe Nella has never experienced the comedy of clouds. Let me explain.

Many people choose to gaze at ME when I’m admiring clouds.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for aliens?”

“Bird’s gonna poop on your head.”

I’ve heard it all.

(Obviously, future comedians shop where I do.)

Of course, if I wanted to play shapes, others might join in.

If I gasped, “That cloud looks like Donald Trump,” crowds would form.

I’ve never recruited fellow cloud fans. I’ve been tempted to try food themes.

“Don’t those clouds look like mashed potatoes?”

But seeing simple beauty?

That’s a joy few may ever choose to know.

Find Tom Owens on Twitter @domorebemoreNOW.