On a recent trip to Michigan to celebrate my daughter, Amy’s graduation, I was spellbound by the low-lying clouds in the sky. As Amy was chauffeuring me around all weekend I found myself snapping away uncontrollably. Here’s a sample, although it doesn’t come close to the real thing.
I have come to discover that one of the perks of getting older is a return to the depth of love we felt for nature as a child. Experiencing that as an adult is a gift and so I find myself, being a city girl, seeking it out more and more. Forget the tornado siren that was blaring or the impending rain, I thought I had died and gone to heaven seeing those clouds!
As synchronicity would have it, I came upon this poem by Thoreau quite by accident. Or was it???