Clouds (As I Leave Home)
There are two different kinds of clouds
over Barstow, CA. The first is the generic cotton ball puffy clouds.
These clouds have flat bottoms and tall puffy peaks.
over Barstow, CA. The first is the generic cotton ball puffy clouds.
These clouds have flat bottoms and tall puffy peaks.
The other set is higher. The tops are
flat but the bottoms are wispy and form giant half pipes in the sky,
half pipes you probably wouldn’t be able to see, except as a wispy
contour, unless you were flying parallel to them.
flat but the bottoms are wispy and form giant half pipes in the sky,
half pipes you probably wouldn’t be able to see, except as a wispy
contour, unless you were flying parallel to them.
As we begin to descend into Salt Lake
City, we fly through a layer of clouds, and for just a second before
we pierce through into the grey, it is as if the clouds are a carpet
at our feet.
City, we fly through a layer of clouds, and for just a second before
we pierce through into the grey, it is as if the clouds are a carpet
at our feet.
Many people think clouds are different
shades of grey, but if you look close you can see the oranges and
pinks and blues, and sometimes, in some veiled shadow underneath the
whispiest bits of clouds, a brief shade of green.
shades of grey, but if you look close you can see the oranges and
pinks and blues, and sometimes, in some veiled shadow underneath the
whispiest bits of clouds, a brief shade of green.
As we flew on, there was this one
little bit of cloud that looked sharp and hard and jagged, like a
rusty nail, like a crystal or a stalactite turned sideways. It
looked as though it could impale our little flying device and leave
it stuck in the sky.
little bit of cloud that looked sharp and hard and jagged, like a
rusty nail, like a crystal or a stalactite turned sideways. It
looked as though it could impale our little flying device and leave
it stuck in the sky.
Wouldn’t that be a sight! A Delta
Airlines 747 shipwrecked, plane-wrecked rather, and pinned on a white,
whimsical cloud.
Airlines 747 shipwrecked, plane-wrecked rather, and pinned on a white,
whimsical cloud.
(PS That image makes me giggle. I don’t care if this little post is not fit for a blog of this nature. I think it’s funny (and God does too!).)
